I sit here on the bed
In what used to be his room
This is where
I wish to face
What has become my unchangeable doom
I hold the scissors to my wrist
The ones he used in school
The ones I borrowed so many times
And I take my last breath
I breathe one last time
I see his face
Appear out of black
"You've come to take me away"
I say
"No, I've come to send you back.
It's not your time,
You have so much more to do
There's so much more you can be.
There are people out there
Who want to die like me.
Find them, tell them my story
And what could've been.
I could've been someone
I could've been great
But instead I chose the easy way out
I chose an awful fate
And I drove you to what you've become.
As I look back,
I know I died too young,
So tell these lonely people
The story of my life
Tell them my only regret
Was not putting down that knife.
Tell them please
It was a stupid mistake
Tell them not to end up like me
And please,
Don't blame yourself
It wasn't your fault.
You did your best
I did the rest
And I'm sorry."
I watched him fade away
As I was sent back to this world
So that's why I'm here today
That's why I say what I have to say
And all I ask is that you listen
Listen and think twice
Next time you even think about
The sweet kiss of a knife.
*About something I once did, it\'s a true story, comments would be awesome! I'm thinking of using it in a speech about teen suicide and depression, so I really need the feed back*
