when life took its last breath

it vanished quickly
a "stupid" choice
to swallow that final pill
but you were the hunter
casue you were in it
for the kill
cant be to forward with
your decision
but you gotta be wise
with you self-murder
and its precision
because they call us crazy
and label us but they
dont know, dont realize
that we all turn into the dust
seeing no place in life
just want to go home
and kiss goodbye
this strife
and good riddance
we did our best but we eventually
got tired and just wanted
to permanently rest
when life took it's last breath
there was no more of a choice
with it's deadly silence
of a terrifying voice
and forgive me..
it's such a risk to post a poem
about suicide
my god, such a risk
to simply confide
and sooner or later
cash in

...and resign.