A Plea

Hanging from the nearest tree
With a rope around my neck.
The rope is frayed...
I'm afraid it's soon going to snap.
I'm afraid to go,
But I'm afraid to stay.
There's so much I know,
So much I hate,
So much I fear,
And I wonder,
Truly, deeply wonder,
Is it too late?
Too late to live?
Too late to die?
Too late to be more
Than just another person
On this crowded earth;
Just another student trying to graduate.
Just another face,
Just another name...
Another someone to forget.
Don't forget!
Remember me!
I want to be more!
I want to be special!
There's still time...
Cut this rope from around my neck,
Let me down,
Let me live,
Let me be...
Let me be me.

~ December 7, 2007