when i go to school and see my friends
they are always different
their mood depends
most are depressed
the others are just obsessed
obsessed with life
or death
they know when they are going to take their last breath
it may be today
it may be tomorrow
they dont even care about my sorrow
one day i came and they werent there
i went around asking where
nobody knew
but they soon will
every one of them was killed
they killed themselves
and i know why
all they ever do is cry
their lives are so bad they say
they just want it to go away
they dont know how i feel
how i smile
but am crying inside
because inside i have died
nothing is left
not even my friends
i cannot make amends
so now the knife in my hand will tear the flesh
blood so red, so fresh
i may have just killed myself
but long ago i died
it was just inside
so i commited suicide

Rebecca Howard

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-63/