copywritted Slice by slice you tried to tell your stories but no one listened no one even portended to care from wrist to albow and from albow to wrist you had your story written up and down from left to right north to south you rewrote it over and over again. Each slice had a story that no one wanted to hear but never failed to comment on which lead to another story. And athother silent tear at times there were thoughts of suicide but never could attempt it afraid to see that ever one would show to the funeral home to celaberte the day you died. No one saw the pain you fualt it was hide behide a smile. But today you think you would lay on the tiles and forget your smile . You popularly was all you had but more the you wanted. Slice by slice your telling you stories to anyone willing to care your ankles would have to share The wroth of that razor for you arms were full of stories and you still had more. Today thoughts of suicide were overwhelming so you wrote you friends a note and gave the razor one more go And in the morning when you awoke you lay in pain no blood remained you doubt your still alive you pray god above will take you and at that very moment You remembered what someone once said “you mean the world to me and someday I’ll be back to get you friends forever that’s what well be” as you call for help the person that once said those words picked you up to heaven and brought you home with them