I am here!

Or am I not?

I remember the first time I attempted

The girls up front went on

To me they made it seem like a joke

They were the ones sending me home

The ones holding the gun to my head

Their words helping me reach for a knife

Their songs helping me cry 

Making me want to die more and more

As the days went on I lost my sight

Constantly filled with fright 

Not wanting to live or die 

I didn't even know why 

I wrote out a note 

Planning on cutting my throat 

My mother found the note before I attempted 

No longer was I tempted

She sent me to an office to talk 

And I have been getting better 

Now I realize 

I am here 

And i'm here to stay