Don't you get that

Death is permanent Don’t you get that? If you do Then why? Why push me Towards it? Ignoring me Pushing me away Punching and kicking Calling me names That hurts so much Acting like you care Only to dump me at a fair Death is the end So why do you want me to end If you don’t then stop Because you’re making My life end short But you don’t realize Until the deed is done Death is permanent Don’t you get that? I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them