(c) Danielle K. Fluster
February 13th, 2001
As I sat in my corner and started to cry,
Mom walked in; I quickly dabbed my eye
She said, "Honey? Is everything all right?"
I sead yeah, but she started to fight
"Now I know something's wrong...but I just don't know what"
Then, with a gasp, she noticed the cut
^It was just once!^ I thought to myself
^Oh, Mom, only once! I don't need any "help"!^
"What is that?!" she said, deep in breath,
"What, are you trying to cause your own death?"
"No, Mother, please, it was only but once,
I was acting real dumb; I was being a dunce!"
But it was too late ~ that much was for sure
She had called Dad in; his fance's anger was pure
We went to a counselor ~ I hated that man!
He was pure white like me, but without even a tan!
I was put on medication and couldn't see friends,
But they luckily stood by me, right to the end
I could take it no longer ~ the pain was too much to bare
I spent all not crying, thinking ^Life's just not fair!^
I wrote a small note and left it only my little table
I tried to hold the knife but it wouldn't keep stable
The thoughts that ran through me were of death and of war ~
They ran through my head until I could bare it no ore
Like a wild animal I screamed,
"The question of the hour is 'To be or not to be?'!"
Mom and Dad heard the scream, but it was too late ~
There I lay in my bed, dead before eight
