This poem was written when I was about 15 or so. I believe I have shown it to maybe 3 people in my life. I've debated for years now whether or not to post it here, considering how personal it is to me. At the time in my life it was written, suicide was all I could think about or focus on. It seemed to be the solution to all my problems... but it's not. And even to this day, when the quiet thought may creep into my mind, I am reminded of how precious life is, and still remains to be.
