Thoughts of A Suicidal

Swinging high swinging low

It doesn’t matter it’s not a show

Swinging in and swinging out

It doesn’t matter it’s not a bought

The fight is over and it is lost

When thoughts like this do come to tots

To pull the trigger or wait awhile

It doesn’t matter to this child

When thoughts of death due haunt a child

He does not want to ever smile

Is he up there and is he real

Can he see me and how I feel

When my thoughts are down so low

Will he pluck me from the flow

When evil thoughts do flow so free

I must now rise up from my knee

But what’s the use and what’s the point

The daggers edge is at the joint

And all it takes is one small push

To end this life which is so dear

To pop this pill

It is my will

To end my life

To kill, kill ,kill

But would we have the chance to meet

If my dear life I did not keep

And when tonight I go to sleep

Again my life I choose to keep