The blade still next to my heart
I have yet to know my decision.
I don't know if I can stay here anymore.
amongst all of the fights and swear and screams.
My life has become so unbearable,
that I dotn know if I want to live it anymore.
They cause me so much pain,
and they never seem to care for me.
Each day goes by, and I feel like I am alone in the world,
no matter how many friends I have.
I feel like no one cares
so why should I keep living?
My blade still to my heart still undecided,
why should I keep living a life full of lies?
Full of this terrible hatred?
I just can't stand it.
If i die today,
no one will miss me no one will even care.
So i take the blade,
and hold in my trembling hand.
I wan to die, but deep down,
I just can't,I can't because I'd miss you, and only you.
I take the blade from my hand.
and throw it into the mirror before me,
shattering it into tiny shards of my old life,
and i sit there,
with tears pouring down my cheeks,
because I just couldn't do it.
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