Screaming with pain as the blood drips slowly down my arm,
I know i'm doing the right thing so i no-longer cause so many people
harm,
the people at school judge my like i was on a reality tv show and i was the
weakest link,
but when the knife finally comes down it just truly made me think,
i dont have to go through all this pain and tears,
i have put up with this stuff for one to many years,
tonight is the end i wont take it anymore,
there is nothin left for me to continue to fight for,
the last thing i saw after what i did was my dad standing over my cold
allmost life-less body asking himself what he did he do,
at that moment i wanted to hug him and tell him everything will be alright
no longer will i have to put up a fight,
i wanted to tell him everything that i knew but by then i realized it was to
late and i was being burried 6 feet under the ground,
i wanted to show him all of the new things that i had found,
all i know is that i miss him so much,
and i have spent so many nights missing his soft touch,
i diddn't want god to pitty me before when i asked for him to take my
life,
he told me it wasnt my time to go and demanded that i put away that trusty
old knife,
but now it is to late it is all over there is nothin left that i can do,
there is nothing left for me to go through,
my body is dead and my memory to people will soon be gone as well,
that why i made my very own H#$$,
i hope that there i will finaly be at home,
and i will for the first time have a place to call my own,
this poem wont ever be over until the ending of my life,
but then i guess it all depends if i ever can find another trusty knife...
 
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