Suicide
I held the sharp edge to my breast
I felt my heart beating its last in my chest
All I had wanted was a little attention for time to time
But no one would bother because I was “fine”
I began to insert the knife to its sheath
It would not pierce the skin I screamed through clenched teeth
My only hope never broke the skin
And I still sleep in the room I should have died in
But a petal feel softly from its place
And the tears fell just as soft on my face
Not a knife to the chest but a bullet to the head
It took us three days to learn he was dead
Nobody friend knew that he was hurting within
Nobody was aware that everyone was killing him
The petal fell softly into a pool
And it started a ripple through all of the school
But like every ripple it came to an end
So Caleb left nothing except for a friend
