Feel like death on a stick
Tell me, which do you pick?
Life in hell, or death with nothing
'This is how...' I don't need training
I hold the knife inches from my skin
There’s no way to win
I'd rather take my chances and let the knife drop
Nothing or no one can, this knife, stop

You swing me out of control
To the beat of the drum roll
I felt in heaven then I awake
I smile for your sake
But you don't know my thoughts
I'm seeing spots
Vision fading now all I see is red

I look to my friends speaking
Can't believe what I'm hearing
'I don't like her...' How could you?
Hurt me is something you’d never do
Now you don't like my best friend
Maybe it's time for this middle school dream to end

'Gotta call my boyfriend..' Why?
Everyone’s got one but me, and here I cry
No one understands me
Why can't they see
Tell me or I die

Holding myself hostage
I turn my life like a page
Can't hold on
Can't hold on, now it's gone
The knife slips and I cry out
My life flashes before my eyes in a storm after the drought
It falls to the floor and I pick it up
I see my beautiful shoes and stand up
I think of everyone who cares
Everyone I would hurt
And I put the knife away

As you can tell this isn't a very happy poem, and I'm not a very happy person. I screwed up in a metal class and now I have to restart the project and that just set me off. My friends all have boy friends that are more important than me. My best friend is actually a nice person but my friends that I've had since middle school think she's annoying. In gym I had to swing dance, and the guy I like in my class didn't ask me to dance cuz he doesn't know how I feel thus, no one understands me... Ummm thats all the weird parts.... and for the record, I wouldn't use a knife