Suicide

Darker than the blackest night
I sat in my room still
And heard the whispers in the halls
Of angels that were ill.
They told me should I let them in
They would grant me my wish
But I forgot the sound of speech
And could not ask them in.
They told me they would let me stay
Should I give them a key
But I was too far from the door
To make them notice me.
They told me it would go away
If only I could cry
But my eyes seemed always wide asleep
And so they felt too dry.
They told me they would break the door
If I begged them to leave
And so I never said a word
And so forgot to breathe.