-- Posted by Anonymous at 3:09 am on Nov. 23, 2008 I wrote this two days ago. I was feeling bad then, and the feeling won't go away, i need to express myself somehow, I'm no adept in the written word, but I think I feel abit better after writing this. ---- Have you ever held a blade to your wrist? have you ever wanted so much to die? or at least be able to hurt yourself? Am I weak because I can't harm myself? Or am I strong for living? I don't why I'm this way. I don't know why I want to die. I have everything I could want. Maybe I'm a spoilt rotten child. Or maybe everyone else is blind I feel so alone. I feel so depressed. I see my life and wish it would end. I don't want to feel like this any more. Am I my own worst enemy? -- Posted by blufindr at 3:10 am on Nov. 23, 2008 Good for an amateurish attempt. -- Posted by Catacomb at 3:10 am on Nov. 23, 2008 oh so this is the title of your poem? you dont want to actually die? -- Posted by Randomaster at 3:12 am on Nov. 23, 2008 Nothing is worth ending your life. It may seem hard sometimes but you will make it out eventually. We don't need anymore teen suicides, that is just silly. -- Posted by xBeautifulTragedyx at 3:40 am on Nov. 23, 2008 Listen to Bright Eyes.