This Is What You Made Me Do Poem by charlotte marie peachey

i dont know why im still here, what am i still doing alive
i must be a fighter, ive been through so much
and ive managed to survive
i dont know my purpose to life
i feel so betrayed, as i smile at the knife
i have these thoughts race through my mind
ive been hurt so many times, i must be blind.
in my mind i picture myself
grabbing ahold of that knife the one thats on the shelf
i run my hand over the blade
my visions are clear, but soon they fade
i wish i wasnt around, if i were gone would anyone care
would my friends, my family, or you realise i wasnt there
ive made up my mind, i love my friends
and love my family, but i hate you
before i go i'll write a letter and say
'this is what he made me do'
i grabbed the knife, found my vein, slice it down
it hurts like hell, the blood is pissing out
i fall to the ground.
its all over now you dont have to worry
i did what i had to, to the ones i love im
sorry.