I'm looking back on these last few years. <br />Why aren't you here to calm my tears? <br />Blood from my wrist stains the ugly carpet on my floor. <br />I take on last glance at my closed bedroom door. <br />As I stare down at this tear-streaked paper, <br />My thoughts begin to fade, becoming like vapor. <br />I lie down on my bed for the last time, <br />And let my final thoughts of you fill my mind. <br />I look around at these four black walls, <br />Straining my ears for any footsteps down the hall. <br />The posters on the wall stare back at me, <br />Seeing my pain, watching me bleed. <br />Yet another chilling reflection of the life I'm leaving; <br />People staring, judging, doubting, and disbelieving. <br />As the last bit of my life drains away, <br />I think of what will happen the next day. <br />I think of who will cry, those who will be sorry I'm gone. <br />My last thought before I go: Dear god, what have I done?<br /><br />Kailee Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-thoughts/