Staying alive when I'm dead.

by Hanna May
(Newcatle)

I try and keep calm I look over at the knife

I see my heart drop from my chest

I look down on the floor and seen the broken peace's

I sit down on the floor and clean up the peace's

I feel something drop on my head I

look up and seen blood drop on my face

I whip the blood off my face

I grab the knife and tried to end my life

but when I woke up I seen the sky dark and empty

I seen all the people I lost so I wasn't dead

I was alive.