Cry Out
To feel the cold metal slide against my hand
And contemplate what would be a mistake
that so many have done and not had the chance to regret
To look outside the window to the road far below
Then to climb the rickety stairs to the roof
Pacing on the edge and waiting for someone to stop you
Ever knelt beside your bed and Jesus, my soul do keep
With the knife pressed to your throat
but never daring to cease your thoughts
because it is your thoughts
that prevent you from the act
it is your fountain, an outlet of your very being
And your very being, though buried in your breast
Has done so, and is, will continue to
Cry out for life
-- No, I am not suicidal, but I know someone who is.. I am hoping that she sleeps without thinking about how useles she supposes her life to be.. Because she does not realize that there are good, beautiful things to live for... Thank you for reading..
+Lady__Blaze+
You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author:  56840 ( Click here )
Spring is coming |
