They say it will get better;

They say that people care;

They say the Other They don't mean it;

They say don't do it.

The Other They say it will only get worse;

The Other They say no one cares;

The Other They say They don't mean it;

The Other They say end it all.

I am no longer the singular person I used to be,

The singular person I used to love.

I have been split in half,

And all that is left is chaos.

My primal instincts tell me to listen to what They say,

To live.

I tell myself to listen to what the Other They say,

To die.

They say.

They say.

They say.

But They don't show.

A/N: I do NOT recommend killing yourself as a solution to any issues you may have; this poem simply shows thoughts that someone who is suicidal may have. If you are having suicidal thoughts, I implore you to reach out. I'm free to talk with, or you can get help from an organization.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

Crisis Text Line: 741741

Please, think about what you're doing before you make a decision. There are people out there who will miss you, and who love you. If they love you, why shouldn't you love yourself? Don't take yourself for granted.