In life I have realised what I knew,
That death would save me from you,
How to end this, fight or just fall,
Live or just plainly end it all,
Why do people take a blade to their arm?
It used to feel like a wasted harm,
Now I feel like, I take this blade,
Swipe end to end, then safety is made.
I no longer want to feel this pain,
My mind is losing what was sane
Reality is not all good to me,
Depression and crying is all I see,
Will I or wont I, now I do not know,
Only time has that answer, will it show?
I do not want to go without knowing you,
But that Blinding light is now a tarnished glow.
Please someone, calling out please,
Let my life continue with without falling to my knees,
Someone make an effort to show me some care,
Just show me please that someone is there.
i would appreciate any comments made on my poem, thanks
