Death

Standing at the edge.

At the edge of the bridge.

Staring down at the clear water.

As death stares right at me.

Everyday is a living hell for me.

Being bullied, teased and abused mentally.

By people who are suppose to be family.

I have thought about death for so long.

Even attempted a couple of times.

Hearing the words, be strong.

That you won't be alone.

But at the end of the day.....I am.

Tears flowed down my cheeks

As every word that I had said

With every negative word that others screamed

pops right into my head.

All wishing me dead.

And that was what they will get.

As I began to lean forward.

When suddenly a hand pushed me aside.

Standing there at my side.

Nothing was said.

But every emotion in her eyes

Had said it all.

And that was when I knew.

I knew that someone loved me.

That I had a purpose in this world.

I cannot give up, yet.

Because I have a long life ahead.

And I can walk through hell.

With my head held high.

And a smile across my face.