Suicide

To whom could I tell my sorrows to,
on whose shoulder could I cry on?
Seventeen years is enough
to see the darker side of this earth.
Today is just yesterday's tomorrow,
that failed to bring more hope.
The people I called my friends,
shunned me when I was all alone.
No one there to
hear me shout within me,
and see me shed the silent tears.
I have swum in a pool of darkness
far long enough
than my little heart can stand.
They think they understand,
but in actual fact they don't.
Now it’s past the point of no return,
do not grieve,
do not mourn,
let me lie on a bed of white roses,
and return home to the lord.