Suicidal Thoughts

No longer will you bare the pain.
For it brings you to cry.
No longer will you hide in shame.
There's no reason for you to try.
Quick silver, sharp with vicious glory,
you find within your hands.
Sliding them over your helpless wrists,
leaving them with bloody bands.
It doesn't help,
for your pain is deep,
and it will not disappear.
You think, a bullet will KILL the pain,
a gun to your head and eyes filled with tears.
The telephones ring echoes through your ears,
as the machine picks up in time.
You hear your friends voice
deep with concern,
say 'I love you, and goodnight'
with shock and realization
you throw the gun, and cry with all your heart.
You thought that no one cared,
and that you had fallen apart.
Even though you were at war with yourself,
and slashed your wrists with a knife.
Just a few words from a loving friend,
had stopped you from ending your life.