Little Jenny was only a fourteen years old.
When she decided to take a knife clean to the wrist.
Living in this world that felt so cold.
Her judgment clouded by a bitch called life.
Never getting over the abandonment of her daddy.
Her mother stays high, so there never any food.
Feeling like life was a never-ending course, and she was the caddy.
Hoping for something better, but better never happen.
Believing she didn't have nothing to lose, or gain.
She went into the kitchen, and found the largest knife.
Said tonight would be the end of all her pain.
Slicing her wrist and everything went black.
She sprinted towards the light.
But the light didn't look back.
She woke up the next day laying in a hospital.
The nurse said she was fine, and everything was on track.
Little Jenny moved on in her life.
Graduating from college was a proud sight.
Her mother clean for four years, sitting front row.
The future for her never looked so bright.
Knowing now she was only cheating herself.
Little Jenny was grateful for that second chance at life.
She helped other kids that was just like her.
Showing them it's a life beyond the knife.
Just found this in my old journal, while packing for college. Jenny is from a short story I wrote for school and ended up doing a poem for her as well. It's old, but I wanted to upload it the way I wrote it the first time. No editing, besides grammar mistakes (I was in the eighth graded). Now I feel like writing poems again. You may see some uploads from me soon.
