Suicide

She lives a life full of despair
Her wounded heart is beyond repair
death to her is more beautiful than life
better to die than live with strife

There was no one
who could see her pain
There was no one
who could make her smile again

She was looking for that warm light
in somebody else eyes
Because, she hadn't found it within
not a little hope in spite of many tries

She felt the agonizing darkness,
Making her soul so restless
She felt the void that never filled,
longing so long to be free

She couldn't ignore nor deny,
The pain that was crushing her,
the raw agony that was just too much,
stabbing her heart over and over.

Now, the bigger cuts don't hurt,
No, not more than the emotional trauma she suffered
numbness creeps through as her eyes slowly shut
And her pain floats away in that crimson pool of blood.

P.s. My poem intends not to encourage suicide. It just depicts the state of person who wants to commit suicide. Suicide isn't a solution to problem. It helps you escape but, doesn't solve the problem. If you want a solution, stand up to the problem. There is always a silver lining. The purpose of the life is to find it.