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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