Too Young To Die

My lip begins to quiver
As I hold the sharp edge to my wrist
I think of all that I will lose
All I’ve had, And all that I could have
I look around my teenybopper room
My white walls plastered with posters

I’m 15-years-old
And still have so much to look forward
to
But all I want it attention
I just want my parents to notice me
I’ve tried being lovable
I tried being rebellious
Which only caused me more trouble
Now I’m looking at taking this to the limit

It’s almost time for dinner
Maybe by then I will have passed out
So they’ll worry
And rush me to the hospital to save my
life

But God forces me to look at all I have
Makes me open my eyes and realize
That my parents do love me
He makes me remember all the good
times I’ve had
He makes me think of my future
children
As I often do
And what pain they’d go through
Knowing that the scars on their mother’
s wrists
Are from attempted suicide
God wanted me to see
How much he has for me
To make it through high school
And become the great woman I’m
supposed to be