Death Not Being the Way

I held the knife so close to my heart, Like a foolish child I sat and I cried, Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried, Tears mixed with blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed; "To those who don't care, to those who can't see, Never give up always thrive to be free" Didn't know that so many people would later cry. "Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way" Friend at the door, ran as fast she could. Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would. In tears, looked at the blue sad day. When you come and see this pool of blood and me, This isn't the way my life was meant to be,