Not My Time

I enter my home from a long day at school,

never thought those kids would be so cruel.

Today I experienced more bullies and bruises,

so I think of a knife without cooking uses.

I walk to the kitchen, no second thoughts in mind,

not even the loved ones I would soon leave behind.

I blink my eyes and start to cut,

with no regrets lying in my gut.

The blood flow increases, dripping everywhere,

I begin to turn pale with a ghostly stare.

To the floor the knife drops, and so do I,

I am later discovered by mom, with a cry.

"Dear God, do not take her" she screams and shouts,

she grips me tight never experiencing doubt.

Hours later I awake in a hospital bed,

so many thoughts racing through my head.

I lay there thinking with the clock and its chime,

and soon realize it was just not my time.