Ever since day one I have felt that I have been hung
By the rope people call hate
was this to be my fate?
I do not like the emotion
Is there something worse than this notion?
I will not stand by and be choked
One slash to the throat
That’s all it would take,
From this point on, I will choose my fate,
I wrap my fingers around the handle
I watch the blade burn like a candle
Shinning, reflecting off the light
This urge I gladly not fight
I clench the handle to the point of pain
I move the blade to my throats main vein
Pushing harder and harder at each beat of my heart
Finally, slowly the skin starts to rip apart
Tiny tears of blood drain down my chest
I have gone this far, why not finish the rest?
As I begin to take the final step
Getting ready to slam the knife into my neck
Getting into my final position
And yes, the note I already written
I close my eyes and lay back
Everything has gone black
I scream in my mind as loud as I can, but I know no one hears
Then a light pentraites through the darkness like a spear
My eyes I open to see
I glance at the person who stands over me free
She grabs the knife from the wound
She saves me from my dark tomb
But why, what could have made her do this?
She puts her hand on my face, then gives me a gentle kiss
Thoughts of things I have never heard before
I cry, slam my fist on the floor
I have realized that there is something good in life
In my mind I cut the rope with the new knife
The knife of a new emotion, this world does have something would like to
know
I will take this journey, I hope she will fallow
I have finally something to fight for......
LOVE

 
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