My Suicide

These thoughts keep taking over my mind

I thought this would just be put behind.

I can run but I can never hide. 

I thought I left all these feelings a side. 

I question my self "do I really want to do this?"

My thoughts start to reminisce.

I grab my pencil, my paper, and write my final words.

"Some of you might think this is a stupid act or just absurd. 

But you guys never gave a fuck so why bother to care?

Would you like to know some thoughts I would like to share?

I'm sick and tired of feeling worthless, a disgrace, to everyone I meet.

I'm tired of always being the freak. 

I'm tired of being the one who cause all the drama bullshit.

This suicide is now the only thing I will commit.

I now take this razor blade, slice my skin while I watch the blood fall down like tears.

This is for all the bullshit you put me through the years.

My mind starts to fog so I just whisper goodbye and shut my eyes for the very last night.

In promise you everything will be alright. "