My life was over,
Or so it had seemed,
I said my goodbyes,
And I silently screamed.
I knew it was wrong,
But it just felt so right,
When sadness creeps in,
It puts up a fight.
I went into the kitchen,
I looked all around,
I saw what I needed,
My heart started to pound.
I tested the edge,
As I picked up the knife,
I placed it over my wrist,
As I went over my life.
I had no one to leave,
Nobody who cared,
A small little girl,
Could certainly be spared.
The phone started to ring,
And I suddenly knew,
I don't really know how,
But it had to be you.
I slowly walked over,
And picked up the phone,
In that moment I'd never felt more alone.
You begged me to stop,
To not do what I would,
I said nothing at all,
I don't think that I could.
You cried and you pleaded,
And I didn't know how,
I had missed it so long,
But I finally saw now.
You may think life is hopeless,
That there's no help from above,
But as long as you have friends,
You'll always have love.
*This poem is dedicated to my best friend, Billie. Literally seconds before I ended my life, she called me and automatically knew what I was going to do. I wouldn't be here without her. |
