To live is to die

It’s a dark and rainy day.
And as I wake up I look outside and wonder,
Wonder, why we all live.

I look at myself in the mirror,
And I think to myself why nobody cares that there life will be over with.
And than I tell myself,
“To live is to die.”

I again look into my eyes and think,
Why should I even live
Seeing as there is nobody to live for.

So I open my eyes a little more,
And I reach inside me drawer,
And pull out a knife.

I start to think,
Is this world worth living for?
I don’t answer myself and I put the knife up to my neck.

I slide it over and the blood is starting to drip.
Like the rain outside,
My blood drips down on to my hand,

I scream and cry but there is nobody there to hear to me,
I fall back as my head hits the railing of my bed,
I begin to black out,
And I’m seeing a bright light.

I start to walk to it,
I see my entire life flashing before my eyes.
I finally enter were I meant to go.

But 3 days form now,
It would have been my 18th,
I would have met my soul mate,
And gotten a car all on the same day,
But I didn’t know,
And I took it too far.