Suicidal Thoughts, by Mysti Subscribe to rss feed for Mysti

I lay in my bed, I just stay up to think.
Why should I go on living? This world doesn't need me. Noone
thinks a thing of me apparently, but I can't seem to end it.
It's windy outside, I hear the rain constantly pounding on
my window. In shorts and a tee, I walk to the ledge. I sit
on the canyon, staring deep into the black below. Imagining
the unforgiving rocks at the bottom, I shiver and shake. I
slowly lean forward, and I'm just a second from falling,
when he flashes through my head.
He's worked with me so much, I can't just end it now. I sit
back some, watching the other side of the canyon, a couple
of my friends play flashlight tag. He keeps going through my
head, everything he's ever said to me repeats itself.
"Everyone loves you, don't be afraid, life is tough but we
can get through it together" I walk back to my house, not
being able to tell the tears on my cheeks from the rain
pelting me like mini reminders of the pan I could have put
him through. I don't know what I'll do in High School, this
is hard enough. He won't be with me then, I sure hope I'll
stay alive through the next five years.....
Posted: 2005-10-13 01:53:32 UTC

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2005-04-05 18:36:18Kim
I really enjoy your poetry, but I wonder how old you are? Be strong and use writing as your way to vent. No man is worth your life, besides your poetry and expiriences can help save someone else someday.

2005-04-06 03:36:01Mysti
For those of you rading this poem wondering the same question as Kim, I am only 12, but this poem was about my counselor, Mr. Cooper. Not Eric.