Guardian angel

As I looked into the moon, as it shines on my face, I look back and try to remember my life as once a happy place. There we birthday party’s, carnivals, and sing-along-songs, but now that I think about it, those days are long gone. No more best friends by your side, no more lovers kiss; it was like I dismissed the world and everything in it.

So I sit here in my room, with a blade upon my wrist, I wonder, “Am I really ready to go through with this?” I try to remember the past which is long gone, but what about the future that hasn’t passed along. I try to think of the good in the world and where I might stand, I slowly pull the knife into my hand. I drop the knife and reach for the phone; I knew I could not do this thing alone.

My friends, but whom, do they still care, I reach for the phone book and pull up a chair. A voice appeared and I dropped the phone and started to cry, I knew right there and then that I didn’t want to die. We talked for hours, and it really help, it was like she knew what I was talking about. She was helping so much and I knew that she cared. It turned out not to be a person talking, but my guardian angel that was always there.