When this world

is no longer worth living,

how do you convince him

not to take that final breath?



With the razor in his hand,

and tears running down his cheek,

letters from you

beside that hateful poison.

Taunting him

to run that blade

down his veins.



The words that he writes,

on the wall in his room,

breaks my heart.

would even break yours.



Would you die with me,

when this life

is no longer worth living?

Would you die with me,

when this world

is no longer worth living?



How do you convince yourself

not to take that final breath?

Kristofer Kries

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inconvincible/