I wrote this about my Mother, although, considering that I was a baby..I'm not really quite sure what she felt the day that she took her life. It's just what I assume.
07/14/04
This poem is dedicated to some of my OLDER friends... they just wont listen to me sometimes and thats all i want to be listenened to before i do something stupid...
I wrote this earlier today, feeling suicidal and very unworthy of my life. Yesterday I had indeed cut myself, and wanted more of it. I thought about using a knife because of how depressed and suicidal I felt. Pretty much self-explanitory.
Another poem that shows I've been fighting with death. Yeah, I know there's a lot of self-explanitory going on in the last part of the poem, but I guess I don't have anything more to say about it.