Another Chance

I'm sitting on the bathroom floor,

With my back against the door,

With this pain I can not erase,

Please God, just take me out of this place,

Sitting here with this blade in my hand,

I would rather feel this pain instead,

With blood dripping down my wrist,

I think to myself "this I couldn't resist,

I'm sitting on the floor slowly drifting,

My body is cold and slowly shifting,

I'm feeling so weak,

Hoping nobody decides to peak,

Tear's flowing like crazy,

Everything's starting to get hazy,

I'm so bruised and scarred,

And everyone just snarls,

I think I'll end it with this bottle of pill's,

Everyone talk's about me but they don't know how it feel's,

Then I wake up in the Psych Ward,

I woke up again, and I'm so angry Lord,

All I remember were my bloody wrist and bottle of pill's,

Now all my pain has been revealed,

Lord, thank u for giving me another chance,

Now I can write this poem and truly dance!