You.... My Savior....

Come on, whats the point
to try and live through everyday
talk about over whelming.
Hey but i got a plan!
complain about a fake pain
get the pills not needed.
take just 2 extra, hey! maybe 3!
whatever ends this life, a tragedy.
Pills in hand,
tears on my cheeks.
Thoughts of death in mind.
But then i remember your face.
You.
how selfish of me,
to forget how you feel.
Tear your life away with my ignorance.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
how could I!
Now i can see you,
at my funeral
wishing you had that chance,
that confidence,
to make us more than just friends.
Now i can see you,
crying in your room.
Hands fumbling with a noose just made.
See you hang it from your stairs railing.
See it around you neck.
See the chair fall as you sway.
Now i cry, in my room.
With this sick hand full of pills.
I wip them at the wall and think...
how would i feel about that.
I can't stand the thought!
i call you up, you answer the phone.
Your hear me cry and ask whats wrong.
But all i can do is cry and smile,
because you know he isnt as
selfish as you.
- hayley h.