"Suicidal" Poem
Suicidal
My wings are injured, but I was never able to fly
I've been robbed from my age, but I never tried to keep it mine
You see, I'd like the easy way out, I'm also aiming for the sky
But my way is a little unique, I'd like to hang instead of lye
I am not hanging on to life, I'm getting hanged to a rope that's tough
signs point to the same direction, dying inside is not enough
If it's trying or not, I choose none of the above
I choose a gun or a knot, those are the options that I love
If life defeats me, it’s alright, I was never good at playing
If people need me, it’s alright, they were never good at staying
If the darkness eats me, it’s alright, that's the fate I was delaying
If hell meets me, it’s alright, I never considered praying
So, the day finally comes, time to say goodbye
To my friends and my family who never cared if I was alive
To my boss, my colleagues and everyone I despise
To a life that's not fair and to me who never tried