February 25, 2010
By , Saint Paul, MN
Joy, happiness, and pride
usually what you think on your special day, but all of that was taken away
on the day i almost died.
February 24th, 2009, lucky seventeen
buried in depression as i cried,
the tears I tried to hide
laid ten Tylenol pills,
with the intention to kill
and my conscious left to nag:
"you have too much to live for
why end everything now?
You'll bring everyone down
you can do so much more."
Crying crying crying
I told my best friend,
and that was the end
of my plans of dying.
She took them away
now I stand before you,
happiness restored from the blue
on my 18th special day.

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