The plan

Sitting here crying
not knowing what to do
and the first thing I thought of was you.
I had a plan
on October 5th 2005
to end this life
with the knife.
Had too much pain
driving me insane.
No one knew
what I was going through
I kept it inside
this whole time.
I'm now letting it out
as I scream and shout.
It should of been the end
but on me you depend.
So I decided to stay
just another day.

*this is a true poem*