Poetry / Suicide!

I see you cry,
i feel your pain-
But then I see you,
Stick that syringe in your vein-
It kills you slow,
What’s it’s name?
It has so many while
they’re all the same-
You press the plunger,
And it puts you under-
And you want it more,
like starvation or hunger?-
You’re so addicted,
I can’t intervene-
Cause’ if it was me,
Your system would be clean-
I can help you,
redeem your soul-
So throw away the needles,
and come in from the cold-