A collection of poetry

Dreaming of suicide
Knife to skin
Cutting deeper
Just to see what's in side
Bleeding to know I'm still alive

I'm closer to death
Then I've ever been before
And it is you that makes me choose this path everyday, everyday, everyway, everyday!
You made me this way!!

Within my mind
I've already crossed over
And there's a place
near my heart where my soul should be
But this darkness
within me has taken me over
And I swear this was the way it was meant to be!
I swear this was the way it was meant to be

Pick up the pieces
The silent cries
Of another boy lay hidden
His body stricken
With the marks of abuse

And as he lay
His thoughts turn suicide
'Cause all he is
Is dead inside

He feels naked
Stript of all right
Longing for
The sweet warmth of day light

But the chains
He can not break
And in the depths of him
his demons lay awake

And as he reaches
For the knife to cut
His eyes fill
With salty tears
And everything
Seems to slow right down
And in his mind
He's already dead

Picture it
A blood-soaked bed
His hands at his side
Slit wrists
A note
Saying "You fucken did this to me!"
Forgiveness is best left at your side
And not in your heart
A witness to die

As death starts to take over
and life starts to slowly slip away
His vision is filled with light and
A voice echoes in his head
The voice that helped him through these times before.
It tells him this simple truth
"I love you so please don't leave
Trust me...I will pick you up and hold you
I will pick up the broken pieces of your broken life."