The Night I Tried To Kill Myself Poem by Lisa French

The night I tried to kill myself
Was like a scary dream
A knife held to my neck
No one heard me scream

The cuts over my body
As I tried to bleed to death
It didn't seem to work
As I took a deep breathe

Theres not point living life
If it's going to hurt with pain
Death seems more peaceful
Life is like a stain

One little cut on my neck
Thats all it was going to take
I told myself I could do it
For all goodness sake

A knock on my door
Reminded me someone must care
I broke out in tears
I felt so scared

Death can seem peaceful
It can seem truley right
But for now I chose to live
As I hang on really tight