I CAN END IT ALL

The dish drainer and drawers
are full of sharp knives,
i can cut vertically at my vein
and i can end this life

inside the medicine cabinet
there is two or three bottles of sleeping pills,
i can swallow them all
and i can end this pain that i feel.

in mom and dads bedroom,
i know they have a loaded gun
with one pull of the trigger
and i can be done.

we have a tree in our front yard
and i know we have some rope
i can tie it around my neck and hang myself
and i can end all of these poems i can't cope

i can fill up the bathtub with water
and i could hold my head underneath to fight for air,
a slow suffering death but it could happen
and i can end the fact that no one cares.

there's a lot of ways i can resort to suicide
but you know what is really killing,
no knife, no pill, no gun, no rope, no water,
it kills me more and more each day i am living.