As I sit in my room <br />next to the mirror <br />I stare at my refliction <br />and wonder whats the point <br /> <br />my life is a living hell <br />and i can't take the pain <br />i took it to long <br />but now i had enough <br /> <br />Now look what has happened to me <br />I am sitting on my floor <br />tears streaming down my face <br />and a knife in my hand <br /> <br />The only thought I have <br />is suicide <br />Oh sweet sweet suicide <br />Its the answer to my cries <br /> <br />I can't take my eyes of of this knife <br />I know just one cut can take away my life <br />But my life has been taken away from me already <br />So I would just be finsihing the job <br /> <br />I grip my knife and hold it in the air <br />With all my force I jam in down under my heart <br />My mounful cry breaks the silence <br />I am now dieing <br /> <br />I relized at that moment <br />That this wasn't the way I wanted to go <br />But I just had enough <br />I couldn't take it anymore<br /><br />Leah Reardon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-t-take-anymore/
