as i sit here and wonder
is this what my life is supposed to be?
why am i living?
look at me.
am i supposed to be here with these slits on my wrists?
am i supposed to leave that note i wrote or should i do it somewhere were someone will find out the reason.
what i'm about to do.
i lived my life in agony
i was just anoter tragedy
my life was pain
and all i knew was death
as i pulled out the gun
my friend said wait
don't do it. he pulled my hand back...
the trigger was pulled
if it wasn't for him i would of been lying in a blood pool
he saved me once...he saved me twice...
but what makes you think he can save the third and fourth time?
he knew what i was thinking and he knew that i couldn't go
so he pulled me aside and said
please dont go.
AshleyMarie Rippey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-not-a-suicide-note/
