Done

For some, life just seems too rough
Coming to a point of having enough
Not another day can they bare to spend
Deciding to bring life, to an end
Feeling as though there is no hope
The internal pain, can no longer cope
What would bring a person to decide
To end their life in suicide?
Was it something they’d often thought?
Was it a fight they’d always fought?
Finally giving up, giving in
Believing there was no way to win
In this world feeling so alone
Being a part of, they’ve never known
For happiness had they ever seen?
Did anyone care to intervene?
Were there signs that one could tell?
Did no one notice this empty shell?
Was silently planning their own death
Ready and willing for their last breath
No longer can handle living life
Sharpening the dull bladed knife
Tub full of water, knife in hand
Slicing the artery, just as planned
Blood flowing, turning water red
A single tear of relief is shed
Life now over, life now gone
Their life in memories we carry on