The night I killed myself
My brother lay fast asleep watching TV.
My mom sat on her phone going through Facebook.
My dad watched football with his buddy's
My sister layed with her baby
My best friend sat on her bed watching her little sister play Minecraft while re-reading the milk fic
My friends lay in there bed with no trouble.
No idea.
That on that same night.
Was the last night I was alive.
The night I killed myself.
The world still moved.
And maybe this was why I wanted to do it.
Because I knew the world would still move and the sun would still shine and the grass would still grow.
