• by 18tyler
    I held the knife so close to my heart.
    Like a foolish child I sat and I cried,
    Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried.
    Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.
    Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed:

    "To those who don't care, to those who can't see,
    Never Give up always thrive to be free."
    Didn't know how many people would later cry.
    "Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way."

    Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could.
    Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would.
    In tears, looked at the blue sad day.
    When you come and see this pool of blood and me,
    This isn't the way my life was meant to be.