Your only one

They say one is the loneliest number.
But if that's true, then what is zero I wonder.

Zero doesn’t even have itself.
It's thought when you lose yourself.

Loneliness lights the fuse of suicide.
To save a life you need someone by your side.

Someone you can trust with your life.
Because you can't trust yourself with a knife.

Every day you stare at it longer and longer.
And every time you start to wonder.

Would I be missed?
Would they be pissed?

Can I do this?
Will I do this?

To save a life, you need him by your side.
To show you what you are inside.

But can he really be trusted.
Will he just leave you busted?

You can't seem to stop your loving heart.
Even after all the times it has been badly hurt.

One more heart break might be your grave.
Even when you pretend to be brave.

Deep inside your soul is torn.
You feel like your life is worn.

The fuse is lit.
Your wrist you want to slit.

Again you stare at the knife.
Again you want to end you life.

Don't expect heaven or hell, this is the only thing you'll get.

Wednesday 4/2/2008 6:41pm

-Author Comment-

This poem is a combination of myself and someone else.