I sit here alone with my thought's. As the sun glints off the knife lying in front of me, and I ponder wearily if the time has come to put my life to rest. My train of thought shifts, as my life flashes before me. Of all the good things I've done, I know that I've done more bad. I wish I could go back and change it, but the time is now. And what's done is done. The sun still shines on the knife. As I see the reflection of a girl I don't know. Even though it's my face. I knew in my heart it wasn't me. The girl was beautiful as I am not. She was smiling and I was frowning. Her eyes were happy and dry. While mine were sad and wet with unshed tears. She was quite and I was screaming. To bad this girl in the reflection was not me. So I put the knife to my skin, and began to cut. I felt no pain as I watched my life's blood flow from my body. I only have regrets of a life that I lost. Because I tried to please everyone but myself. I began to get dizzy as the blood kept flowing. I knew I would die soon. I thought of all the goals I would never reach. As the blood ran down my leg. I screamed inside for the love I would never have, or the babies I would never bounce on my knee. That's when I knew I couldn't go back it was too late. So finally when the last drop of blood trickled down my leg. Tears also rolled down my cheeks. For a life that was never mine.
