This is my plee...

Alone in this room,
all by myself.
Jealous of others,
and their wealth.

Close all the doors,
turn out the lights.
So you cant see the knife,
i use every night.

You look at me,
as if I'm a freak.
Look into my eyes,
and see I'm weak.

Night after night,
I cry and cry.
With the thoughts in my head,
of ways i could die.

I long for a life,
where I'm happy and free.
So I'm asking you God,
this is my plee.