My heart was broken by a loved one....
My thoughts were racked with pain....
My mind was tormented by all my happy memories....
My soul was drowned in loneliness....

Even though I know suicide is not a cure....
I often think of it....
I wonder how many people would attend my funeral....
How many would cry over my death....

It does not matter how happy or sad I am....
Those thoughts are always there....
They pursue me like demons....
They never give up and sometimes they are hard to resist....

Normally, after an intense struggle, they go as fast as they Come and all the pain they caused is forgotten....

Even if I know that it was not the last time I met those....
demons, I'm not scared anymore....
I've learned how to handle them....
Or at least I hope so.......