Dead...yet alive

Stabbed in the heart
With a six inch blade
I gave you my heart
And this is the prise I paid

The blade may be emotion
But the pain is just as crucial
I am just feet away
From things that can take my all

Pills, knives, matches
They're all the same to me
But I refuse to just back down
You're just testing me

Taking your life for someone you like
Doesn't seem worth it to me
Weeks, months, years will pass
Then one day you'll agree

The younger you are
The more you'll regret
One night you'll sit and think
"I'm so glad I didn't do that"

So before you decide
To take your own life
Think of your future....
Put down that knife.