A thin object is calling my name
I sit and wonder who to blame
For this next cut Is going to be deep
Maybe this time I’ll be in a deep sleep
Everyone will wonder where I have gone
What am I kidding, everyone will just carry on
I sit and try to play this tragic game called life
But the only thing I think of is my friend Mr. Knife.
I know he isn’t my only friend
But sometimes I feel like my life needs to end,
Just like this small little poem will
My cup of tears will soon over fill
Leaving me gasping for air
And pulling at my long brown hair
Wondering why I decided to die
Maybe it was because I was tired of living this long lie
I know I had so much to live for
But life just seemed to be a never-ending tour
I wish you farewell
Hoping you won’t speak and tell
My parents needn’t find out
Because I know I’d have a 24 hour scout.
But you see it’s hard to find Mr. Knife
Because my parents know I wish to end this life
So if you’ll give me something as sharp as the teeth of a shark
I’ll tell you some secrets that come from the dark…
~Ashli Close
This is my new poem bailey i started to cry when i wrote it