Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

there i am in the corner of my room cuting my rist in every direction...
i think and look at the knife and say its time.i postion the knife so it can stab through my heart...i raise my hand and stop for a moment to think of wat i been through....
2 inches away from death...1 inch...stops and thinks again...i think of the people that would cry when im gone and the people that wouldnt...
i cry alittle.then think back to the funny times i had...i laugh alittle then put the knife down...i sit there listening to the wind blowing outside my window...thinking of the love of my life and thinking of my friends......thinking wat would happen when im not alive...thinking if
there lifes would change or would it stay the same....