when i go to school and see my friends <br />they are always different <br />their mood depends <br />most are depressed <br />the others are just obsessed <br />obsessed with life <br />or death <br />they know when they are going to take their last breath <br />it may be today <br />it may be tomorrow <br />they dont even care about my sorrow <br />one day i came and they werent there <br />i went around asking where <br />nobody knew <br />but they soon will <br />every one of them was killed <br />they killed themselves <br />and i know why <br />all they ever do is cry <br />their lives are so bad they say <br />they just want it to go away <br />they dont know how i feel <br />how i smile <br />but am crying inside <br />because inside i have died <br />nothing is left <br />not even my friends <br />i cannot make amends <br />so now the knife in my hand will tear the flesh <br />blood so red, so fresh <br />i may have just killed myself <br />but long ago i died <br />it was just inside <br />so i commited suicide<br /><br />Rebecca Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-63/
