My Almost Drastic Ending

When I get home from an exhausting day,
I just want to crawl,
Hide away from everybody that I know.

But instead all,
I get is someone either,
What they say talking to me,
Or someone yelling at me.

I know this may seem trivial,
But it's too much for me to take,
As I look into the pitch,
In the black darkness I sit and,
Say to myself would life be any different,
If I had someone to love me.

But as I go to school,
With a better attitude,
It is quickly shot to pieces by everyone else.

I endured the torment and harassment,
As best as I could but,
My self-esteem and confidence was gone completely.

When I went home,
All I could think about was ending my life,
So I won't hurt anymore.

I got everything ready,
And as I press that shiny silver blade,
To the skin of my wrist,
And watch as it goes further.

As I watch the scarlet red blood,
Drip down my wrist and,
Slowly down my arm,
It's as if all my worries and pain are dripping away also.

Am I dreaming or is this reality?
But as I get ready to end my life,
Someone special calls me and asks to be mine.

Thanks to you,
I may still be suffering,
And cutting today,
But you are truly my savior,
You are continuing to be my hero.