I will start this poem
With tears in my eyes...
He gripped the glass tight
Frightened and in agony...
This is to all the people who feel down on life
Life gets tough but don't turn to the knife...
I think of parents telling their children
"These are the things to fear...
Dear Daddy,
I was all alone in my room...
Grabbing the knife
Watching the freshly grown skin...
~you see my face
black and red...
~hello you say as you keep walking
not like you really care...
The pain within is too deep,
From the lashing that makes my soul screech...
The barrel that decides,
Life or death...
I have nothing to live for
And nobody cares...
The flame of desire
burns in his eyes...