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.’