Please don’t kill yourself

It might seem like a good idea

To put yourself in that damp,

Dark, depressive under-the-green shelf

Just know, if it’s pain you feel

I feel it too

Pulling like a fishing reel

I ask God if any of this is real

Muttering to myself at the dinner table

When I push away another meal

Please don’t kill yourself

Some people believe it’s better just to die

Some people don’t realize how much they’ll cry

Some people struggle on with only a high

Listen to me right now

I’m telling you that you’ll regret it

Reading red stained newspapers

Day after day

And everyone just has the same thing to say

Staring out the window in class

Waiting for the wind to blow and catch me

Maybe I’ll float away

Eventually