I am suicide
The son of Guilt
And Depression
I live in low self-esteem
Where mockery evolves
I go to a school called
Destructive criticism
My teachers are Mrs. Obesity
And Mr. Thin Slick
Here the rich and the poor
Share the same fate
Alcohol helps us to forget
Our miseries
Drugs take us up to into
Short rest
Church tries to encourage us
To live in faith
Good and bad children
Quiet and talkative
Loved and those unloved
Think about me
Yes! Me Suicide
In situations that
Labor depression
From a guilty conscious
I emerge
I prey on broken hearts
Top celebrities
Known politicians
Rich rollers
Never ignore me
In fearful and
Hopeless times
Yet without doubt
I am a hell-breed
Call me a condition,
A situation, an event
Even a thought
I am ready to sell
You death
With a unlimited warranty
Of tormenting hell.
