Her Life

This poem is something personal. I've been through a lot, I still go through depression, though it is better, I look back to remember what I'm thankful for and remember that every day is precious.

Slit wrists

dead inside

she questions her worth

an cries every night

why am I still here, why am I still alive

she though about killing herself

just turning out the lights

she turned around, they caught her eye

her beautiful family trying to save her life

tears ran down her face

when she realized what she'd done

but it was all too late, all she had time to do was say goodnight

her knees hit the floor, 

she'd stopped breathing

she heard a scream

and realized she was dreaming

her life could've been different

her life could've been over

I thank god everyday

that he didn't let my life be over