One Wicked Ride

It was 12 years ago
On this very day
That I wished to die
And take my life away.

The solution that I sought
Was in a bottle of pills
And when I laid down to sleep
I prayed that they would kill.

I was troubled by a death
And yet not by my own
For the day that he died
My pain had only grown.

I wanted to be reunited
And today was not too soon
So I swallowed them all down
And went to my room.

But I did not die
And my life was saved
But it still was destroyed
I just wasn't in a grave.

When I was 14 years old
I embraced suicide
But what I leaned was
Surviving is one wicked ride.

by Dena Leichnitz-Amos

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awsome.............its wicked