as i sit here and wonder <br />is this what my life is supposed to be? <br />why am i living? <br />look at me. <br />am i supposed to be here with these slits on my wrists? <br />am i supposed to leave that note i wrote or should i do it somewhere were someone will find out the reason. <br />what i'm about to do. <br />i lived my life in agony <br />i was just anoter tragedy <br />my life was pain <br />and all i knew was death <br />as i pulled out the gun <br />my friend said wait <br />don't do it. he pulled my hand back... <br />the trigger was pulled <br />if it wasn't for him i would of been lying in a blood pool <br />he saved me once...he saved me twice... <br />but what makes you think he can save the third and fourth time? <br />he knew what i was thinking and he knew that i couldn't go <br />so he pulled me aside and said <br />please dont go.<br /><br />AshleyMarie Rippey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-not-a-suicide-note/
