Suicide Thoughts

Heavy night and heavy thoughts, Felt a knife that stabbed my soul. I feel so numb yet so sore, It's like I am dying in the core. Night is long, and heart is torn, A soul depressed feeling worn. Yet somewhere a whisper called, Lights that pass through the walls. The chair witnessed, How I put the rope in my neck like necklace. I am depressed, Yet no one seemed to noticed. The pain is real it is a struggle to bear, But life holds light to people who are worn. So pause, think about how you're torn. And realize you're not that worn. So take a break and breathe, Breathe until you feel relieved; Deep breathe until you're out of the shrinking death.