Saved by the brother

The craziest thing happened last night… I couldn’t explain it. 
It was like a demon took over because I couldn’t detain it. 
I tried to end my own life… I had the knife to my wrist. 
My veins were popping out from elbow to fist. 
I had a deadly grip on the knife… It was hurting my hand. 
Thought, I should end it now because they don’t understand.
But what stopped me this time I will never forget. 
I was living my life with a bit of regret. 
Now, how many of you can relate to this? 
If you died today will you ever be missed? 
Endless questions are running… running through my head. 
If I die tonight who will find me dead? 
Suicide is wrong but I had to get away. 
So I wrote a letter saying, “it’ll be okay.” 
And, in this letter I told my family that. 
“I’m going away and I’ll never be back.” 
Before I could finish the letter my brother opened the door. 
He saw me crying… I dropped the knife to the floor. 
He asked me, what was I doing and why am I crying. 
He was to young to know, that I felt like dying. 
He gave me a hug and whipped all my tears. 
How could I leave my brother, during his young years? 
I made him a promise; one I know I can keep. 
I told him I’d change and count my blessings before I sleep.