All I had to do was kick the stool
Or pop the last pill
Anything to get away from the problems from school
When you attempt suicide the world suddenly stands still
Although it had been my option many times
I couldn't bring myself to it
I've faced worst and lost precious lives
And put up with everyones shit
I thought that way a few weeks ago
Until a dear friend finished what I couldn't
As I saw everyone cry for his dead ego
I knew I had to do, suicide I shouldn't
For Wyatt Flett taught me that I wasn't any less
To treat everyday like the last
And that you're not the only one through this mess
YOU ARE READING
My Days Without You
PoetryThis is for all lonely people out here. you're obvioulsly not alone on being alone.