• My life is rough

    I try and seem tough

    I act happy through the day

    But at night I feel as if I am wasting away

    My friends try and help

    They think that they know me

    Who I am. What I do

    But they don't

    They Never did.

    I sit alone in the pouring rain.

    Its so cold but no one pulls me away.

    The tears in my eyes start to fall.

    I feel as if its time to make the call.

    But how do you decide on something so difficult

    Life and death. The choice...is it an easy one?

    Is a Life wasted even life.

    And if death is achieved...

    Well aren't I really only pleasing me.

    I think some more on the subject.

    If I would do it....how.

    Jump, Shoot, Cut...so many choices to choose from.

    But I don't choose any

    I’m too afraid to leave this so called life.

    I guess I can just wait

    Until I can finally hold that knife.