Lifes pain Mar 22, 2005 1:33:18 GMT -5
Post by ImperfectEmo on Mar 22, 2005 1:33:18 GMT -5
I picked up the blade that killed my friend, and examened it over and over again. How can something made of metal and rust, have such a deadly touch? I placed the blade along my wrist, then decided to take a deadly slit. All the pain I felt that day, all of a sudden went away! I slit and cut and hacked away, all of a sudden there was no pain. a puddle of blood in which I sat, as each drop of blood just went splat. not a soul came to help, Then I knew just how she felt. I layed there dieing as the light sliped away, was it worth the trade of pain? The second I died my mom walked in, to see the death of her own kin. she picked me up and squesed me tight, and held me though the rest of the night. By dawn she had her mind made up, Living life was to abstrot. She picked up the kinfe a prayed to God, that it would not hurt at all. She cut her wrist with the knife, sadly begun to fight for life. Her very last seconds she wrote on the wall, Together my family will never fall.