Never Again

 10 years of silence

4 years of loneliness 

1 thought the entire way

“If I died, am I free of the sorrow of my past?”

I walk towards the bridge, a letter in one hand, a knife in the other

I set down the letter and climb on the edge

As I was about to die, a hand grabbed mine. 

I looked towards her with fearful eyes. She climbed up and pushed me down to the safe side. She fell off, he eyes closing in slow motion as I screamed. 

Never in a million years have I forgotten my saviour, the girl who died for me. 

-written at 12 years old-