Dont turn 2 the knife

She woke up one night
to hear awful screams
they had put up a fight
but their eyes lost their gleam

when it happened she was only 6
her parents murder
made her think shed been tricked
that the world was against her

she'd hide behind her fears
she thought no one cared
about when she shed tears
or how she faired

she turned to the knife
as many people do
she ruined her life
more than anyone knew

her "friends" never saw
the hurt in her eyes
the cuts behind cloth
her silent cries

it took them an hour
to find her body cold
she had lost all her power
her life had been sold

don't turn to the knife
no matter how hard it gets
don't just waist your life
when you think you've been met

I know bad things happen
I know that it hurts
but ppl have help to lend
and things could be worse

I've never been there
so maybe I shouldn't say
but your precious life
is a big thing to pay

*I'm just trying to get my point across here in this poem, that no matter how bad things get, there is always something to live for, dont turn to the knife, get help!*