In my hand, I grasped a knife. Wondering if it was worth Taking away my own life. One deep slit, And I was gone. Along with the pain I had felt for so long. I slashed my wrist, Not making a sound. And I watched the blood, Drip slowly down. The cuts were so deep, But I couldn't even tell. Because the pain within me Hurt worse than hell. I cried my eyes out, That whole entire night. Hoping and praying I would be alright. I went to Hyland, The very next day. I was there 5 days and nights, When they said I was ok. The doctor said I had to stop, Before I ended up dead. But stopping is not that easy, So I hid my cuts instead. All over my body, The scars are still there. With memories of the days When nobody cared. I still wanted to die, And nobody knew. Until the day, That I met you. We both had tried it, We both knew why. And in our times of pain, together we would cry. We're growing stronger everyday, Though maybe we can't see. I'll always be there for you,Abby, And I know you'll be there for me. Dedicated to Abby Wozniak.
Reason for writing:
I almost killed myself.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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