What Happens

What Happens By Brittney Reynolds 11/4/05

The leave crumple
then they fall
Proving that nature
holds death in its hands

But what happens
when you hold it
and you control it
Not nature

You go to bed every night
wishing and hoping to not wake
And you hold that knife
so tightly in your hands

You hold your fate
you hold your life
What you do with it
is your choice now

Nature has no control
you've left its path
So what happens now
what do you do

Do you wait
Continue to go through pain
and wish for life to end
Crumple then fall

Or do you take that knife
cross your wrists
Bleed to your death
and make it all go away

My answers simple
so I take that knife
So tightly in my grip
and my blood pours out

My pain is gone
I left natures path
but I still crumpled
and I still fell