Suicide Story Poem by Tim Fitzpatrick

I suffer from internal pain, I'm ready to die.
The blade enters my skin, no reason to cry.
Blood rushes to the surface, overloaded with pain.
My life slipping away, have I gone insane?
Wake up in a hospital bed, being treated with meds.
Thoughts enter my head. Why am I alive? I should be dead.
A nurse comes in, her touch makes me feel secure.
She tells me. 'All is well, you have nothing to fear.'
But she is wrong. How am I going to explain myself?
That it wasn't me. That it was my mental health.
Or is it? Maybe this is the man I have become.
Willing to take my own life over something so dumb.