Suicide
What can it possibly do
It takes people
From the earth
Every single day
It makes families
Have an empty hole
Like a spot is missing
From a jigsaw puzzle
More found in teens
Because thats when
Popularity means most
Most are kids
Out of the crowd
Some could be cool
But dont have respect
For themselves
Its mostly
Under pressure
The sadness
And pain
In there hearts
Finally win the war
Against happiness
And it just takes over
The whole heart
Making things
Seem much worst
Than before
So they go
And grab
The knife or gun
And kill themselves
Making all the pain
And sadness
Go away
Many people
Still wonder though
Why do they do it
I know why
Because
I am a thinker
Of commiting suicide
Copyright © Allison Unknown | Year Posted 2009
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