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"Them"
It's done and I took them,
with no proof left behind,
of what I had done,
of what was always on my mind.
Some days were good,
and some were bad.
Some were worse,
and created the worst thoughts I've ever had.
This day was worse,
I couldn't control it,
and nobody knows
how long I fought to get through it.
I kept telling myself,
to do it for him, or for her
but then I'd be engulfed
by the darkness's thick black fur.
School was no better,
I failed every test
and nobody saw
that dreadful pain in my chest.
That last day
of when you saw me smile
would be the very last day that you saw me
for a very long while.
5:30 am, get up,
get hair and makeup done,
though what's the point
when school is never any fun?
Go to class,
fail a test,
while I'm just thinking
of how my blood will make a mess.
My friends smile and wave,
and I smile back,
while I restrain my hands
from causing an attack.
my neck so vulnerable,
my wrists so open,
so many choices,
I'll needa rope to hang my neck in.
Lunch ends
and friends wonder whats wrong,
when even in my head,
the lyrics never seem to make the right song.
You think I'm crazy,
and yet this might be true,
no one will see my suffering,
until my life has passed through.
Last period,
see my love,
don't say a word,
no even a coo like a dove.
One last hug,
one very last kiss,
one last touch,
something I know I will miss.
I go home,
and I look at those pills.
They can make pain subside,
or they can have the power to kill.
I count one, two,
maybe 10, probably 20,
when I know my life isn't worth this much,
not even a single penny.
One single life,
what can it do,
soon it will all be over,
and you'll find somebody new.
Someone you can hold,
someone you can kiss,
someone whos mind
won't slip into a dark abyss.
It's better this way,
don't you see?
That your life will be better
when it doesn't include me.
Oh stop delaying,
just take it and die,
but I need to make this a good one,
one very last goodbye.
Goodbye to my troubles,
goodbye to my sorrows,
i will not see you in the breaking light
of the dawn of tomorrow.
Hello sweet gates,
hello sweet bliss,
hello eternal peace,
in such a place as this.
I see it,
that white light.
no more pain,
and no more fights.
No more hate,
and no more nights
where this isn't my last
forever goodnight.
one by one,
each pill will lead the way,
to where there is no misery
and it will take me away.
I took them and I died,
with no proff left behind,
to say that they could've saved me,
from something that never left my mind.

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when i decided to write this piece, it wasn't at the greatest of times. I wanted to write something that would speak to people and make a difference. This poem means alot to me and i really hope that teenagers will be able to relate to the situation i was going through .