?What Suicide?
What does it really mean?
A really well-planned scheme
Something like a murder
Self omitted through the mind
A person, a stranger, and intruder
Someone who changed thought you could be more kind
To that one person
But then it changed, an arson of the brain
Making you go insane
All the pain just flowing away
As the crimson red runs out of days
I know I am committing a sin
But the life I know
Seems to go so slow
But I won't do it
Not even a little bit
Make this sour life go away
And I won't have to be put away
For another painful day
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