I sit in this bathtub waiting to die, I slit my wrists and started to cry. My mother heard me and began to shout, As my life force, my blood, slowly pours out. The pain is now gone. I guess my enemies finally won. As I sit here in this bathtub of water and blood, On my life, I cannot help but to brood. I realize it hasn't been so bad, And the fact it's about to end, is really quite sad. I pray this is just a dream and isn't happening. Much worse, my life could have been. I have found friends who really care, For me, they will always be there. And this is what I do? My thank you? This is not what good friends should do. But now it is too late. My choice, made with little debate. The consquences, all who I love must pay, Due to the choice I made with little delay. My family, I truely love. This, they thought I was above. They would never have thought this of me, That this is the way things would turn out to be. I wish I could turn back time, just an hour or two. Then this, I would not do. I would take time to think, realize this is not the way, To make all this pain go away. All the good in life I would finally begin to see. I would make sure that this wouldn't be. Suicide is not the answer, To this, I will solomly swear. This was the biggest choice I ever made, To life, "Farewell," I bade. But now I can see the light. But from this life I have taken flight. My life is draining as I sit here. My face is salty with tears. As my soul leaves my body, My parents break in and stare at it oddly. It's like they don't even reconize me. They can't believe that this could truely be. The spell finally breaks on my mother. Pushing through my parents comes my brother. My brother rushes to my body and crys and screams. "This can't be how it seems!" He cries, "There's no way she could be dead! I just talked to her yesterday, she was happy, she said!" My mother falls to her knees, My father runs to the phone. "My daughter is dying! Her wrists are slit!" He says in a hysterical tone. I watch all this from the bathroom ceiling, While with God, my mother is dealing. "Please don't let this happen! Let my daughter live! To you, God, my faith again I give!" My family is crying and I'd be, too, If I still had a body that allowed me to. The paramedics are here to take me away. To the hospital we go, yet they know I won't live to see another day. How will my family deal with this? For a long time to come, they'll think of this. Why did I do it? When did I plan? If they had only known, sharp objects, they would have banned, To keep from me this awful fate. But alas, it is far to late. My body is drained and already getting cold. Why, oh why, did I have to take actions so bold? I would give anything continue to live, Oh! How I'd love to still be alive! In God I would believe, My friends, I would not decieve. Now my body's in the hospital, I'm still floating above. The doctors wearing their white gloves, They check my pulse, I have no heartbeat. They pronounce me dead, my mother falls back in her seat. She cannot believe this has happened to her. A big happy family, she thought we were. She'll be a laughing stock, her daught has killed herself. This is but a dream, she insists on telling herself. Now it is later, The funeral is planned. I will soon be buried six feet in the land. My friends are in disbelief. They are truely surprized, Fow a long time, I've been telling them lies. I said I was better, but I really was not, Now I must pay the price and rot. They come to my funeral, to say good-bye, And the whole time, they cry. As they come to my coffin and touch my face, I realive that suicide is a disgrace. I already miss the long talks we used to have. They think it's their fault, I could have been saved. I try to communicate, tell them it's not so, But they don't understand, they are to filled with woe. For my friends, my family is worried, For I am about to be buried. This is it, I think, My last moments above this land. The depression my loved ones are feeling, I had not planned. My coffin is being lowered, the soil piled on. My mother's sanity is now totally gone. A single red rose is placed on my grave, By a boy whos love, he secretly gave.