Suicide is wishing I was dead,

Suicide is profound in my head.

It feels like I am trapped,

On my back, all my sorrows wrapped.

Suicidal Ideation all around,

I am falling in a well, deep down.

There is no way out, surrounded by doubts,

It is like a drought.

Complete blackout.

Enveloped in darkness, there is no light,

Me versus my thoughts, that’s the fight.

Grief surrounds, within me, I drown.

Chaos in my head, in no time i will be dead.

Nothing to say, nothing to hear,

All i feel, is intense fear.

As time passes by, tears roll down my cheek,

The hope of my survival is bleak.

In the end,

This letter i send.

‘Sorry Mum,

This is your son,

I write this to tell you,

I’m done.’