What Could Have Been Poem by Cheyenne Ashley

Im standing here now
About to take my life
Have the gun against my head
Already stabbed myself with the knife
I pull the trigger
The bullet's in my head
I'm lying on the floor
To bad now I'm dead
Blood flowing out
Staining the white carpet
You could have stopped me
To bad, oh well, darn it
My eyes are open wide
And when you look in
You see all the potential
That there could have been
Then you see anger
Trouble and despair
All of this at once
Is way to much to bare
Sorry that I killed myself
Before I got to see
All the good things
That could have come out of me