Young Attempt, by librawoman Subscribe to rss feed for librawoman

Walking out into the field
crying tears I could not shield,
I held a knife within my hand
because it was life I couldn't stand. 
When I got next to a big tree
I knew it was time to kill me. 
On the ground was where I'd lie 
so that would be the place I'd die. 
As i was there, I lifted my shirt
because it was death with which I'd flirt. 
I held the knife into the air
about to die without a care. 
I was to thrust it right in my middle
toying with life like a brand new fiddle.
But then I came to realize
I never told my family goodbyes. 
I finally decided not to do it;
I was too scared to go through it. 
I'll always remember that day spent
surviving from my young attempt. 
Posted: 2005-11-27 00:58:41 UTC

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2005-11-29 05:03:14Faith
Very powerful, i'm hoping it isn't based on your life because it's so sad!!

2005-12-03 22:48:41waterlily
i wish i could kill myself out right to escape this Italian prick i know! butt if i screw up,i will B locked up in the real nuthouse...