"My Suicide"

I stand there,

Tears streaming.

Wishing to God,

This is all just a dream.

Wishing that the world doesn’t hate me,

That the world is just jealous.

That I don’t wish to end my life,

In this world’s short night hours.

I stand there,

Thinking.

Hoping to all dear life,

This is all just a bad dream.

That my boyfriend didn’t cheat,

And he isn’t lying at all.

But I watched him kiss the girl.

And now I’m not ready for the fall.

I stand there,

Knife in front of my heart.

Wanting life to be easier,

That this is all a bad dream.

Knife held in my hand,

Knife in front of my heart.

The only reason I’m doing this

Is because the people in my life hve pulled me apart.

I stand there,

Hating life.

Tempted so badly,

To pretend this is a bad dream.

I pushed the knife,

But it’s too low.

I wake up in the middle of my bedroom,

And my family doesn’t yet know.

I can hear the footsteps,

And I feel so ashamed.

There is no way my failed attempt is good,

There is no way my parents should hear my sickness named.

I lie under my covers,

And pretend to sleep.

Wanting to open my eyes,

And see this is all a bad dream…