Written on: February 4, 2004 (age seventeen)
Mourning a loss so dear
What to do
You dress different
And try to change yourself
But nothing seems to help
So as a last resort
You slit your wrists
Try to kill yourself
Just to make the pain go away
Yet this only makes it come to you more
I hate it how you do that
You think no one else cares
But guess what?
Somewhere out there someone does
And you’re just making them feel
What you felt
Now how does that make you feel?
So put that blade down
And go find something better to do.
In one of my creative writing classes we would do a daily photo prompt, and we would have to write something for about five minutes. This was based on an ad for suicide.