this is not the end....
siting on the edge of my bed
my knife in hand
music playing, i keep praying
ive been planning this for years
i thought there was nothing to fear
will this send me str8 to hell
honestly theres no other way to tell
i grab the letter ive rewritten so many timea
is it good enuff for whoever it finds
my mind starts to race
as my feet starts to pace
i start to back out, i cant do this
God Ashley stop this bullshit
i grab the knife stab it in my wrist
as i ball up my fist
my face is pale
god i hope i dont go to hell
my friend walks in
OH GOD not again
the hospital brings me back
and i just state a basic fat
i will try again
this is not the end
my knife in hand
music playing, i keep praying
ive been planning this for years
i thought there was nothing to fear
will this send me str8 to hell
honestly theres no other way to tell
i grab the letter ive rewritten so many timea
is it good enuff for whoever it finds
my mind starts to race
as my feet starts to pace
i start to back out, i cant do this
God Ashley stop this bullshit
i grab the knife stab it in my wrist
as i ball up my fist
my face is pale
god i hope i dont go to hell
my friend walks in
OH GOD not again
the hospital brings me back
and i just state a basic fat
i will try again
this is not the end
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