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It Ends Tonight

March 25, 2013
By paigeschrader GOLD, Fowler, Michigan
paigeschrader GOLD, Fowler, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
I wanna leave my footprints on the sands of time<br /> Know there was something that, meant something that I left behind<br /> When I leave this world, I&#039;ll leave no regrets<br /> Leave something to remember, so they won&#039;t forget<br /> <br /> I was here<br /> I lived, I loved<br /> I was here<br /> I did, I&#039;ve done everything that I wanted<br /> And it was more than I thought it would be<br /> I will leave my mark so everyone will know<br /> I was here<br /> <br /> I want to say I lived each day, until I died<br /> And know that I meant something in, somebody&#039;s life<br /> The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I leave<br /> That I made a difference, and this world will see<br /> <br /> I was here<br /> I lived, I loved<br /> I was here<br /> I did, I&#039;ve done everything that I wanted<br /> And it was more than I thought it would be<br /> I will leave my mark so everyone will know<br /> <br /> I was here<br /> I lived, I loved<br /> I was here<br /> I did, I&#039;ve done everything that I wanted<br /> And it was more than I thought it would be<br /> I will leave my mark so everyone will know<br /> I was here<br /> <br /> I just want them to know<br /> That I gave my all, did my best<br /> Brought someone some happiness<br /> Left this world a little better just because<br /> <br /> I was here


With you gone I feel so lost inside.
I lie alone in my bed.
It's dark and cold in my room.
The tears rolling down my face
feel like ice against my cheeks.
My hands are shaking.
I reach for a piece
of shattered glass
from another fight.
My whole body has goosebumps.
As the glass digs into my skin, something hits me.
There's a weight that's been lifted from my shoulders.
With tears in my eyes
and blood on my hands,
I stand up and look at myself.
I am finally strong enough
Strong enough to say no,
I've had enough.
I'm sick of this pain!
I wash off the blood,
and throw out the glass.
There will be no more of this.
It ends tonight!


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem entering the ninth grade after my battle with depression.

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