“I feel like committing suicide,”
Those words I cannot say,
People would immediately judge at the mention of suicide,
Some are fakes pretending they care what I say,
Fakes acting like they’ll care if I commit suicide.
Where were these fakes when I was crying out for help?
No, they don’t care,
People ignored my cry for help,
I wish they’ll stop pretending to care,
I no longer need their help.
It’s my choice whether I choose to live or die,
Yes, it’s so easy to take my own life,
Why would it be so wrong to die?
Why should I continue to struggle in this life?
Aren’t we all meant to die?
So many ways to take my own life,
They say God is going to punish me,
I ask, “Where was God when I needed him in this life?”
Suicide makes people think the worst of me,
I won’t have to listen when I take my own life.
Those are the words that I once used to say,
Then one day I got up and said, “It’s my life.”
I choose to live my life my own way,
I choose to have control of whether I chose to live this life,
I choose to control if I die and not care what they say.
No, I don’t feel suicidal anymore,
There’s no pressure of whether I should live or die,
I don’t care if they call me a coward or judge me anymore,
I’m done giving people control over my life,
I’m not listening anymore.
Yes, life became better when I took control,
Life was hell the more control I gave others,
People only care about control,
They don’t care how miserable they make others,
Thus, I’m done giving them control.