~FutureNeurosurgeon09

My heart races as i reach for the dagger
contemplating my own fate as i try to figure it out
which side to choose
which part of my mond to listen to
and which to ignore
all the hurt,
the pain,
the suffering,
the torment rushes to my head
i place the dagger against my delicate skin
as tears stream down my face
like a waterfall it pours from my tear ducts
for a moment my life flashes before my eyes
and i think of all the good that's happened to me
and then the image of what he did to me appears
i cringe at the thought of it
it's overbearing
i fall to my knees and push the blade only a little
watching small d