Suicide

Courage or cowardice?

Neither.

It's a cry for help.

A plea for a way out.

They're trapped

And don't know how to escape.

Scars

Tears

Loss

And every other pain imaginable.

They wear a mask of lies

A fake smile

An empty promise.

"I'm fine, really I am."

A darkened soul

Not yet blackened by death.

But it's coming.

The pain will come an end.

Only loss and tears remain of them.

A half-hearted laugh

A pair of dull eyes.

Broken glass

So desperately wanting to be fixed.

A rope

Tied ever so neatly in a knot,

But has just enough space for a head.

A knife,

Sharpened so much that it slices through paper like it was nothing.

A prescription drug,

Just enough to make the pain end.

For them at least.

"My pain will end."

But the pain of the people you love you will not.

Tears

Loss

Remnants

Of who you once were.