Suicide My Thoughts Poem by Tracy Rollings

I read so much of this inside
now all you hear is suicide.

Whats it get you and where do you really go
can't answer that, because you don't know.

I hear talk of cutting my wrist, to ease the pain
something I'm trying to get out of, how do you explain.

They say that there's an easier way out
just by killing yourself, now that I doubt.

I know there will be some, that think I'm a little lame
because if they don't think nothing of life, then that's a shame.

Because I been where you think you want to go
before you leave, there's something you should know.

I saw the light, up close myself
learned then, there's to much life left.

It wasn't my time, for judgment day
guess that why, I'm talking to you today.

So think about it, before you use that blade
there are people out, that really think you got it made.

Cutting yourself doesn't really, ease no pain
all it's doing is literal, driving you insane.

That's my insight on the suicide
can listen to the words or let it ride.

Use your brains
not your veins.