I may of lost you, but i gained better love

I found out you cheated,
you lied,
you thought that i
would never find out,
well you were wrong,
oh how wrong you were

i saw you with her the other day,
at the movies,
you had your arm around her
i just wanted to go up and scream how much i hated you

but i just couldn't
i didn't want to see you loose another person you loved
you had already lost me
and you seemed happy with that
so i couldn't break your heart by making you loose her

i sulked home that day,
sat in my room
looked back at all the memories we shared,
and i cry, i cry for hours

then i come around to my senses.
i pack up all the memories
and i shove them on a shelf

i get a knife and i sit on my bed and i pray to god
i pray that he'll accept me into heaven
then i press the knife to my skin
ready to cut

then i think about my family and friends, and all the people who still care about me
and i don't do it

i put the knife away just in time before mom got home
she walks in the door
and i run over and tell her how much i love her

she tells me she loves me too,
and then i run back to my room
i get on-line and i write myself a poem
i write poems to everyone

just letting them know how much i care

this poem is supposed to help people think about how others feel about suicide. it hurts others, epically family and friends, and its affects everyone too. please, if you're having a rough time in life, talk to someone about it, don't result to killing yourself to make things better, because it might make you feel better, but it makes everyone else feel worse