I sit here staring into the dark lonely, sad and angry. <br />I look in my broken window and I see the stars. <br />I grab at the glass shards on the ledge. <br />Next, I am screaming in the confines of my prison cell in this place I call home. <br />The sharp glass is so close to my skin. <br />I start to cut, the first deep and the others superficial. <br />I look in the mirror and I say, ' At least now I can cry. At least now I hurt in some way. At least now I am free.' <br />The blood starts seeping out. <br />The blood is every where I turn. <br />The sheets have blood on them, my clothes too and yet I'm still screaming but no one seems to care. <br />I hear no footsteps, no screams to stop, nothing. <br />I am alone. <br />I begin to think as I start to black out, ' Is it really this easy to die? ' <br />My life full of mistakes flashing before my eyes, again I see the drugs, sex, and pain in my life. <br />I don't regret dying for I was already dead inside. <br />I had given up hope. <br />I had no more reason to live and yet I still smiled as I died because I was finally happy. I died in prayer for the lord to forgive me for what I had done in my life and what I had done to myself. <br />I felt to the end every inch of sorrow I had caused to my family, <br />And I said in my last gasping breaths to my family, 'Please forgive me.' <br /> <br />~ I wrote this because I have thought about suicide everyday since I was twelve~ ALSO i do not believe in God but i hope i may still be like remembered and like still go to heaven..lol...ALSO i am NOT 12 I am 16..i have felt this way for awhile that is what i meant on the above lines...sorry for the confusion!<br /><br />Mindy Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-suicide-15/
