My Final Decision

Tears stream down my face,
as I hold the knife in my hand with a tight grip.
I look down upon it,
and watch the gleam go down on the very tip.

I start for my arm, only to pull it back.
My mind is racing...The happiness I was once felt is now in lack.

It seemed to call me, as if it craved my very blood upon it's blade.
It seemed to get darker and soon nothing was left...not even the shade.

Then I hear your voice and remember why I'm doing this in the first place.
I catch my reflection in the knife and look away with big disgrace.

I'm crying harder than before,
I'm about to give up my only life.
I wonder what my parent's will say,
when they figure out I killed myself with the kitchen knife.

As I try to remember happier times I realize that I never had a happy time.
The way you treated me, it might as well have been a crime.

I take a final sigh and wonder what your thinking about.
I'm so miserable I want to get it over with, no more doubt.

I left a note on my bed saying,"I'm gone...from my one fatal incision.".
I close my eyes slowly and raise the knife, I had made my final decision.

by PrayForMe
posted on 01/25/2008