I Sit Here Poem by marissa olson

I sit here in the bath tub waiting to end the life my parents gave me.
I sit here with a large kitchen knife wanting to end it right here.

Maybe the people in my life would have the satisfaction seeing the blood run down my neck and going to the funeral the next day...

I sit here thinking maybe this is not right why would I end my life for the ignorant people that need to get life..

I try and try to slice my neck open and see the blood gush down my neck but there something holding me back..

I get out of the bath tub and look in the mirror. And I realise gods not ready for me not now not ever..