Katelyn McKay

Feel

I sit down in my dark room and hide,
About to commit mass suicide,
I stare down at the blade in my hand,
Wondering if death is more grand,
Next I look over at my scared wrist,
I feel fear and anger as I tighten my fist,
I try to over come the urge and win the fight,
But I don’t think that I will win tonight,
I think about the things that have been said,
About how they make me wish that I was dead,
I think about the names that I am called,
And how at first I was so appalled,
But now I’m starting to think what you say is true,
As I think more ...