The Best Friend Suicide

This isnt a poem> it's a story < Please comment and tell me what you think....
Before you read this I want to let you know that this is a made up story.

I sit in a dark corner
after writing my suicide notes
a knife in my hand
and your picture in the other
I want your face to be the last thing going through my head
because you made my life worth living
but I cant take it anymore
14 years is enough
it's way to tough
people may say that you can control your own thoughts
but it doesnt work that way
my thoughts of death got worse everyday
the pain inside
is killing me slowly
and I juss cant take it anymore

Enough with the flashbacks I say to myself
it's time to go
I close my bedroom door
put the suicide note in my hand
and sit on the floor
I took alot of pills just in case the knife didnt cut it
haha...I start to laugh...that was a wierd joke I think to myself
ok...enough..! stop procrastinating I say to myself
I take the knife to my wrist's and began to feel better
I'm finally gonna move on
and leave this pain behind forever
the blood begins to rush out of my veins
I look at it think about what my science teacher told me about
how it changes color when it hits oxygen

ENOUGH
I need to finish this...there will be alot of time to myself once I'm gone
so i press a little deeper
and the blood comes out more
it begins to hurt and I start to wince...but I'm gonna finish
a little bit more and I'll be done

Things begin to go black
I kno now there's no coming back
I close my eyes
and lay down on the floor
I'm finally leaving
my body goes crazy
and I feel like I'm moving
I float to the ceiling
and look down at my body
I think to myself Whoa..this is weird...why do I feel like I'm in a dream?

The doorbell rings but no one answeres cause I was the only one home and now I'm gone
the door opens and closes
and I hear someone calling my name
and thats when you come in
You opened the door and screamed
you see me lieing there
so you slam the door and run over to my dead body lifeless on the floor

You start to cry
and lay my head on your lap
you see the knife in my hand
and start to scream why
you lay your head on my stomach
and say to yourself
please please be alive
baby come back to me please
I DONT KNO WHAT TO DO WITHOUT YOU
I love you!

You then notice the note in my hand
you begin to read it outloud:

One
Two
It\'s what I choose to do
Three
Four
Found me dead on the floor
Five
Six
this is something you cant fix
Seven
eight
I\'m sorri, but you came to late
Nine
Ten
This was my end

Please move on and dont cry...If you cant move on for youself then move on for me...Dont forget all the good times we had hunnie...I love you forever...and please forget about me being dead...we'll meet once again...I Promise!

The tears start flowing more and more
You start to punch my wall
then you collapse on the floor
you scrunch up next to my body
and it hurts me so much to watch you
but for some reason I cant tear myself away
I watch you sleep next to my body for the longest time
and then all of a sudden you got up
wiped the tears from your eyes
and whispered I love you

You got out a piece of paper
and began to write on it
I read it to myself:

I'm sorry to everyone who cares for us
we couldnt take life
it was too much
I couldnt leave without her
and she couldnt leave without me
so I want everyone to see
we will now be happy
cuz we are together
closer then Bestfriends
sisters together always and forever
so dont feel bad
and dont feel sad
it was something we had to do
it's what we choosed
you did nothing to us
We Love you Forever

Sincerly-
Just another 2 Girls In the World

As soon as your done writing
you pick up the same knife I did
thats when I start to scream
I try to move
but I cant, it seems like I'm stuck in place
I try yelling
that doesnt work either
I scream STOP
but it doesnt do much good
I begin to cry
I dont want you to do what I did
but I have no choice...all I can do is sit here and watch you take your own life
with the same knife
it only took about 3 minutes
you didnt even look nervous
you seemed happy
you lay on the floor next to my body
and close your eyes
then you turn your head and look at the celing towards me and whisper
now it's my turn to commit suicide.....

This is a 'made up story' to tell you the affect of suicide on other people. Thought you may think your nothing...you mean more then anything to someone else....even if you havent found them yet.....please dont make the same mistake the girls in the story made....Be strong..I'll be here for anyone who needs to talk