my suicidal poem

When i cry will tears come out
when i say words will they be in a shout
pain takes on as poison runs through my veins
and everything just seems the same
shorter days and longer nights
never seeing the say of light
wondering where is the happiness to show
cause nothing in life seems to glow
so going on with this doubt
and there goes another shout
the end of my life is near
so please have no fear
so there it goes.... the end of my life
under the blade if this sharp knife