Your death

(Note to any emotional kids or people this poem
will make you cry if you read it, and there is
nothing wrong with me by the way. I just felt
like writing it! Oh and um, this poem is originally
3 pages long, so enjoy!)

Your a teenager and you find life tough.
You're being bullied,
You lost your job,
Your friends,
And just last week your dog died.
No one wants to talk to you.
You feel alone,
You feel invisible.
Your family has no time for you,
Not even your little brother or sister.
You feel rejected to the world.
Your miserable every day,
And no one cares.
That night you decided to end your life.
You think your not giving up anything good,
But your aren't thinking about that too well.
You are thinking negative of yourself,
Not even looking on the brighter side.
Your sit in the bathroom on the floor.
In your left hand you hold 5 different pills,
In your right is a knife.
You gulp down the pills all together,
Then you slice your throat.
You feel nothing at first but then the pain rises.
Blood gushes everywhere,
Suddenly you see nothing but darkness,
Then everything is ok again.
But at the same time its not.
There is no pain.
You get up,
You feel light headed,
You go to the mirror thinking this isn't right.
You look at yourself and see no cut on your throat.
Then you look to the floor to where you thought you died.
You look at the floor in shock.
There was something wrong,
Your dead.
Your body is on the floor still gushing,
Your face pale.
You fall to the floor sitting there,
Looking at your body,
As if you see your reflection,
Only your reflection is different.
A chill goes up your back,
Then you get up.
You walk through the walls,
And into your bedroom.
You lay on your bed,
Staring at the wall in which you came through.
You wonder what is going on.
How is this happening?
What about heaven?
Was that a lie?
Or do I have to wait?
Suddenly you hear a scream.
You get up and look to the door,
You see your mother run down the hall.
She is screaming and crying.
The rest of your family comes up.
They look at your body.
Your little sister is asking why mommy is crying.
She doesn't understand death,
She is only 3 and a-half years old.
She looks at your body and laughs.
She says you are sleeping with your eyes open.
Your father looks at your sister,
Tear after tear,
Everyone is crying except for your sister.
Your dad kneels down and whispers words to your sister.
You see a tear fall from your sisters eyes,
Then your sister cries.
She runs to your room,
And cries on your bed.
You go to where she is and tell her everything is ok.
But she can't hear you.
You scream but no one hears.
Your realize you are more invisible then you were before,
And now you know you are loved.
You wish you didn't do this,
You wish you didn't die.
You sit with your sister.
You realize you will never be touched,
Or seen,
Or heard from again!
A tear streams down your face,
Then you look to your sister,
Tear after tear.
She made a puddle on your pillow.
You start to cry just watching your sister in pain.
Just wishing you could be alive to tell her....
I'm here!
I'm alive!
It's ok, don't cry!
But you made your decision to die,
It's your fault.
You lay your head in your hands....upset.

3 Days later...
It was raining,
This is it; This is the day of your funeral,
The day you see your body lay in dirt.
You go with your parents,
They're all dressed in black,
And are upset.
Your mom's eyes are red.
She's been crying for 3 days,
As well as your dad.
Your brother and sister are sick and sad.
It's a sad day.

You're at your funeral,
You see cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents,
And your class.
They are all crying.
Your mom was too upset to leave the car.
You try to yell, you try to scream,
You try to tell people to stop crying,
But they still can't hear you.
You drop to the ground,
You gave up again.
You start crying as you see your body,
Just slowly being put underground.
Suddenly your mom jumps out of the car,
Trying to stop your body from being buried.
Your dad stops her.
"No!!!" she cries out,
"Why not me?!?" she yells.
Your dad calms her down.
You cry even more than you did before.
"Why me?!?" you think.
"It's all my fault, and now I have to watch my family suffer!"
Now what is there to do?