Suicidle thoughts

Feelings no one understands

Emotions which we fake

Just so everyone thinks were happy and life's all great.

Yet deep down inside were actually suffering

No one can see through the smiles that we fake

as we try to keep those tears in

When were alone we let them fall as we think off a way

to end the pain.

We look at the tools lying around the room and

wonder which one could hurt me enough to actually kill me

Time and time again we say I'll do it tomorrow

I'll end my life, but life never hurts us that bad.

Some of us try but fail to succeed and some of us close our eyes

and never open them again.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Suicide is a bad subject with me. I put two brothers into grave afraid of facing the world. They left family and babies in new mamas stomach. Their babies are 20 years old. They ask me how was their Father? I tell them they were good men. I can't say much. One day I will talk to them. Ask why death was sweeter then life? Takes little to create happiness. Your child. Love and success in something you enjoy. Death is the end of the roads, Sometime must ask yourself. Who will I leave behind? A powerful poem. Questions of suicide run through most minds. Mean and hard heads like me won't allow the world to bring me down.
Coyote