I almost did it tonight.
Again for the third time.
But something held me back, I'm not sure what it was, but it was strong.
Your face came to mind as I put the blade to my skin.
I put pressure, & started pulling the knife across my wrist, as the tears started running down my cheeks I slightly let go & suddenly stopped.
I don't know why, but your face wouldn't leave.
All I did was think of you, all that you've ever said to me, & all that you will as things continue.
I wish it were different, I wish things could be, the way they are when we dream.
But they can't, & there are so many unanswered questions, as to why or why not.
As I let the knife fall to the ground, I started to think to myself.
You know how everyone has that one person that stops them from doing something?
Whether it's drugs, drinking, or suicidal moments. There is always that one person, who is always there, even when they are blind to what may be going on, they're still there, everywhere around you.
Wiping away your tears, & telling you that everything will be alright.
You are that person.
You are the one person that is always there, even though you don't know it.
You are the one, that saves me from myself.
