On The Edge of Life

On the edge of life,
I sit here and stare at my knife
Should I do this?
Is it all really worth it?

I look down at the knife,
Reflections of my friends and family
Stare blankly back at me.
Is it really worth it?

I can picture their faces,
Wet with tears,
The many questions forming in their head
One comes back the most: Why???

Why didn't she tell us?
Because you wouldn't understand.
Why didn't we see?
Because I never took my mask off.
Why? What went wrong?

Their voices filling my head,
Their reflections staring back at me
Is it worth it?
Is it worth ending it tonight?

*Killing yourself hurts everyone around you... is it really worth it? that's one of the reasons i'm still here... thinking about all the hurt i would make my friends an family suffer... never give up on life, you never know what could happen...