The Change Poem by Alyssa Rieper

Cut on the wrist, slip of the knife
A last attempt to take my life
Fact or fiction, true or false
It’s all done to end a pulse
A crimson red tear, not shed from my eye
Falls to the floor, my life was a lie
Scars on my wrist, never to heal
My morbid life, never revealed
A little deeper and I’ll be done
No more using me for fun
I can’t die, yet! I won’t let go!
There’s something that I need to know
That’s my life before I met you
Now, I know that love is true
I haven’t a reason to guard my heart
I have a new life I hope to start
Forever and longer, I hope to be
Always together, you and me