Wrong Choices

When you woke up this morning, what choice did you make?

Did you choose to go to school and try to make it through another boring day or did you choose to take the pills and overdose?

You don't know how bad you have been hurt or the people you have hurt.

The news is saying your in "Stable Condition" and that you're going to be o.k.

You don't know how bad you made me cry and worry about you all through the day.

The whole school was saying that you were going to die along with the other teen.

Why did ya'll have to take the pills?

Why did you have to bring yourselves closer to death?

Why did you have to hurt the person you've become?

I love you and don't want you to die.

Please stop this pain and stay alive!

You've touched so many people in ways that are unknown and you can still live if you just try.

People have said that you now have the brain of a baby because all your brain cells have fried.

You can still make a difference if you just try.

Don't kill yourself, you haven't lived your life.

This is not what God wants from you.  HE loves you too much to let you take your life.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in the thought of my ex who overdosed.

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my_thoughts's picture

Kass don't feel sorry 4 that dumb ass. I mean who takes that many methadone just to get silly or high? Every one said that it wasn't because he was tring to kill himself, he's just a stupied little boy that got ahold of his moms pills.