This is a poem written by my friends sister, Ava.
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I feel so sad inside.
Everyone can see,
That there is definitely something wrong with me.
I felt so tempted to grab that blade.
I knew that it was bad,
But I felt like I died that day.
So here I sit,
Silent on my bed.
So many thoughts running through my head.
I tell myself not to worry,
That everything will be ok,
But pain is taking over.
Reality is sinking in.
I press the razor to my wrist.
It feels as if I don't exist,
I'm living in a nightmare.
Why is this so unfair?
I can't take it anymore.
Now my vision is blurred,
and my head is spinning,
i collapse to the floor
and just lie there.
in my dispair,
Crimson slowly staining my clothes
i wonder if this is how it was suppose to end?