My Life In Words
Edge Of Goodbye (thoughts of suicide)
There was a time in my life that I didn't think there was any way out but to
end it all, just to look back at that time, and what I've got now, I rejoice in
the decision I made to climb out of that low time in my life and became a strong
person who found the desire to live.
I sat in a dim lit corner of
my room,
My feelings hurt, my life
full of gloom.
There was no song in my
heart,
Instead life had peirced
it with a dart.
A note in one hand saying
my last goodbyes,
A gun in the other hand
and tears in my eyes.
Thoughts running through
my head,
How my family would find
me when I lay there dead.
Mom's tear stained face
haunted me,
As I sat there with the
gun prompt on my knee.
My sister's and brother's
would be lost,
I wondered what all my
actions would cost.
Would I still get to see
the streets of gold?
I remembered all those
stories I was told.
Who would clean up this
mess I would make,
Who would care if my
life I did take.
Thoughts of my family
stirred in my brain,
Finially their words
out weighed the pain.
I stood on the edge
of goodbye,
My life is worth living
I did not want to die.
end it all, just to look back at that time, and what I've got now, I rejoice in
the decision I made to climb out of that low time in my life and became a strong
person who found the desire to live.
I sat in a dim lit corner of
my room,
My feelings hurt, my life
full of gloom.
There was no song in my
heart,
Instead life had peirced
it with a dart.
A note in one hand saying
my last goodbyes,
A gun in the other hand
and tears in my eyes.
Thoughts running through
my head,
How my family would find
me when I lay there dead.
Mom's tear stained face
haunted me,
As I sat there with the
gun prompt on my knee.
My sister's and brother's
would be lost,
I wondered what all my
actions would cost.
Would I still get to see
the streets of gold?
I remembered all those
stories I was told.
Who would clean up this
mess I would make,
Who would care if my
life I did take.
Thoughts of my family
stirred in my brain,
Finially their words
out weighed the pain.
I stood on the edge
of goodbye,
My life is worth living
I did not want to die.
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Edge Of Goodbye (thoughts of suicide)
Edge Of Goodbye (thoughts of suicide)
