My life about to end,
A knife at my wrists bend.
The pressure applied,
I think of how much I've lied.
I thought I could stay
And be fine this way.
My life, in a second, gone,
My friends and family would move on.
A child approaches,
A shine in her eyes
And asks me why
I have tears in mine.
I tell her to leave.
She Won’t understand.
She thinks for a minute
Then takes my hand.
“Are you going to leave me all alone?”
I look silently towards my home.
In my mind, this can’t be real.
A little girl, sent to make me feel.
I do not answer,
But look away in shame.
How could I be so selfish?
Leaving others with my pain.
I lower the knife
Preserving my life.
The girl kisses my wrist
And says “That will help.”
As she leaves me there
I look away.
She is gone,
Not a sign she was ever there.
I am left alone
With a choice.
Will I continue life,
Or end my voice?
I slowly put the knife away,
Forcing myself to live
At least another day..