As other people - I

As other people sit together,
I sit alone.
Maybe they don’t see me here,
To them, I’m unknown.

As other people laugh and play,
I cry and bleed.
With this knife I’ll cut my skin,
And hide so they don’t see.

As other people eat at lunch,
I don’t eat anything all day.
What’s the point of eating,
When you have no reason to stay?

As other people have friends to lean on,
No one catches my fall.
When I am sad and lonely,
I have no one to call.

As other people love their lives,
I hate this hell.
And knowing they won’t care if I died,
Doesn’t make me well.

As other people will wake up soon,
I will awaken never.
I will end this f*ed up life tonight,
And end this pain forever.

All that I will leave behind,
Is a small wrinkled note.
Clutched tight within my grasp,
Soon, they will read what I wrote.

“Sorry to have left you here,
But it is for the better.
I just couldn’t take it anymore,
So I wrote this suicide letter.

I just want to thank,
The thing that helped me through the years.
It helped me feel alive,
And dry those many tears.

My blade, I thank you from the bottom of my broken heart. You were always there when others weren’t. And now you have given me the greatest gift I have ever received; a chance to be free.”