Sad Poetry

Suicide

Anger is slowly
taking me under,
Will I escape it,
oh how I often wonder.

One day people
will drive me to the edge
It will be them
who push me off the ledge.

They will be the cause
of my suicide.
My death will add
to their selfish pride.

They will pressure me
until I'm no longer alive,
Or until my confidence
takes an endless dive.

There is nothing
my helpless self can do,
So now I am forced
to say goodbye to all of you.

Goodbye
you evil cold-hearted pricks,
It looks like your words
have turned into sticks.