Note To Self

I know you're not over him yet
But you're about to lose this bet
You've placed on your life
You've signed with a knife
I know you've tried before
Your life may be a bore
But why can't you see
You mean everything to me
He's not worth the price
Your final sacrifice
Please don't end the show
It's not your time to go
You may have lost a friend
Don't make this the end
It gets better after all
A rise follows a fall
Though this may leave a scar
You've already come this far
Why should you stop now
And take your final bow
Trust me, your friends need you
Yet you doubt its true
This isn't a joke
A haze amidst the smoke
Don't think about the past
Your life has got to last
I know in time you'll see
This wasn’t meant to be
It doesn't mean you lose
Because now you get to choose
If you go or if you stay
Just don't end the play
You can still win the game
The prize, glory, and the fame
Everyone gets knocked in the dirt
It's how you live after the hurt
So put the bottle down
And dust off your crown
Don't pick up that pillowcase
Keep your hands far from your face
Don't think about the gun
Your life has just begun
Think about the future
Not the things that were
There's a better and brighter tomorrow
Once you get past the sorrow
So wash away the tears
Get rid of all your fears
You've been through so much strife
But please don't end your life

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This isn't specifically about me or any one friend of mine, more like a combination of myself and some of my friends. Note: I am not currently suicidal, just a poem I wrote back when I was

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I've read 4 or 5 of your poems now..........

The next time a poem comes to you or the idea for one try writing it and not rhyming and see how freeing that is. I think you will amaze yourself if you stop crippling the thoughts by making them always have to rhyme. I was asked to do that 20 years ago and sure you can still rhyme but every so often let yourself go free and just write what you feel in poetic form whether it rhymes or not I think you will happily surprise yourself cause it will flow it may not rhyme but it will flow and many who read your words then would swear it rhymed that is until they go back and really look line by line then they realize oh no it didn't but she wrote the poem so well that I believed it was a rhyming poem. Anyway, I always said I'd pass on to other poets this piece of eye opening advice that was given to me so many years ago. Do try it sometime and drop me a line with the name of the poem and let me read it. I'd be so happy to comment on that poem. Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.