• This blade of a knife upon my wrist
    Could end my life with one simple twist
    I can no longer live this hateful life
    So I'm ending it now with the blade of this knife
    No more tears will be shed
    For I shall be dead
    With the last breath that I breathe
    I shriek at the sheathe
    My wrist has been slashed
    Is this breath my last?
    As I lie cold on the floor
    With my blood slowly running,
    Soon running no more
    I think to myself, my wrists feeling so sore
    With nothing more of me
    Than fond memories
    What will my friends think
    As i near my last blink

    As I start to black out
    I here my dear parents shout
    "Oh My God, call 911,
    His bloods barely flowing,
    but his life isn't done"
    ...
    They hastily try to call 911
    I'm afraid they're too late
    For the deed has been done

    'Tis what I thought 'bout that one fateful night
    'Till I opened my eyes, and saw the light,
    The light that I saw was that in a room,
    I was in the hospital, and not in my tomb...
    As my eyes slowly opened to my parents faces
    They quickly arose out of their places
    My mother leaned over my body and cried
    My father saw me and let out a sigh
    He said to me, "Boy, I'm glad you're alive"
    The tears quickly flowed out of my eyes
    The first time in my life that I feel I belong
    I now know what I did was fatefully wrong
    I didn't die that night, to that I am grateful
    The life I live now is no longer hateful
    My heart is now pure, my life now has changed
    My thoughts, too, are now pure, no longer deranged
    No longer do I wish to have myself die
    I'm ending this poem...with one...simple sigh

    *Sigh*

    P.S.
    Live your life,
    You only live once,
    So make the best of it...