Suicide is one way out from it all,
but fear consumes me for hell is where I’ll fall,
Means for suggestion is the ultimate question?
No Einstein here can’t finish the equation.

All that I wish for is that I could suppress my emotion,
hold no more solitude or devotion,
Erosion beneath my feet,
I can feel the scorching heat and the undying beat of my heart,
bout to rip my life apart.

Before I can restart my life before this knife reaches my wrist,
I am pissed off with what I become hoping that this will come undone.

My mind is an empty shell can’t you tell, that’s why I’m lying in the dark so close to hell,
well if you don’t know by now – no one will so tired of the thoughts for me to kill,
no room for bullshit this is real,
my time for reason my time to spill,
I’m tired of popping this pill,
Tonight I kill!!

This poem was written/submitted by Donald McFall, Jr..