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by Chantelle   Sep 13, 2004


A knife in one hand
My life in the other
Which path should I choose
Its one or the other
I'm only 15
And I'm attempting suicide
I'm only 15
And Ive lost all my pride
I have nothing to live for
No future ahead
My wrists start to bleed
All I can see is red
Ive been crying out for help
But nobody can hear
All my life Ive been living in fear
All I asked for was for someone to be there
I just needed someone to care
Nobody understands me
They don't see the hurt in my eyes
The smile on my face is all a lie
And I just want to let you know mom,
That I love you and I care
And to my friends
Thanks for never being there.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Andrea

    i love how you said

    And to my friends
    Thanks for never being there.

    But if it were about me i dont think i would have put I care on the part of my mother.
    Still this is a good poem!