| As I looked at my knife, I asked myself, "Can I take my own life?" I knew I was taking up time and space. Soon I would be gone from this dreadful place. "No don't do it!" my friends tell me. But I know they'll go on if they just let me be. "Do you know how many people you'll hurt?" My friends as, but they don't know they treat me like dirt. I ignored them, taking my knife off my bed. As I shook of the idea about me being dead. I wanted to be gone, away. But everyone asked me to stay. What should I do? I want to be dead, but alive too! As I set the knife back down on my bed. I turned to my friends; "I don't want to be dead!" One of my two friends who was there Jumped up and grabbed my knife so that my bed was bare. Now and then I thank them for what they did way back when. They saved my life By taking from me, my knife. Sandi Board 12-10-1998 |
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