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, pulling 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 sad blue day.
When you come and see this pool of blood and me, this isn't the way my life was meant to be...
....please write your feelings to me about this poem..... thanks
