Suicide

Have you ever Felt a weight,
Press down against your chest?
Do you ever feel,
like you are always second best?

Do you ever want,
to fall down on your knees?
Or open up a door,
to which you have no keys?

Have you ever felt,
Like you couldn't smile?
That your life was not worth living,
that your life was not worthwhile,

Do you ever think,
Of picking up a knife?
The one who's blade was sharp enough,
to take away your life?

Do you ever feel,
So terribly out of place,
that sometimes you don't recognize,
the reflection of your face?

I am feeling all of this,
and want to die right now,
The question I have in my head,
Is exactly how?