Should I

Should I take this knife

And slice my writs

What would I be

Taking away

My life?

Some gift

Should I pull the trigger

And shatter my brain

Take my life right now

Because I know

It will never change

You tell me don’t

You have yet to live

To see the good in life

And what God has to give

You don’t know my struggle

You can’t feel my pain

How do you know

What I’ve been through

You and I

Are not the same

And as for God

That man you speak

He ain’t never helped

Me out in my life

He ain’t never

Did nothing for me

You tell me

Go down on my knees

And pray

And I shall see the light

And a better day

In what way should that be

Look for help in someone

I don’t know

And my never come to see

Because all the struggles in life

Are there

And always will be



Now should I take this knife

Or should I pull this gun

If there’s life after death

What did I overcome

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem when I was 17. And as I read it I see a lost, bitter misguided girl mad at the world. I cannot believe I wrote this, yet it was something I once was.

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