Suicide

She hates what she's feeling,
Words locked up in her chest,
Not understanding why,
She can't leave it to rest.

Words at the tip of her tongue,
She doesn't understand why she's feeling so numb.
People try to help her, but she pushes them away.
Trying to understand the words she can't even say.

Words crumble at her attempts to explain,
No one understands why she causes herself this pain.
She can't explain why she doesn't want people near,
All she knows is that she doesn't need them to care.

She hates being a burden to the people she loves,
She secretly hopes she'll soon be up above.
Without any worries or people to hurt,
Wondering to herself ,"Why do i treat them like dirt?"

She finds herself thinking,
"What the point anymore."
Softly she cries,
As she falls to the floor.

She thinks to herself,
"They deserve so much better,
Maybe they'll realize,
Once they read my suicide letter."

Telling them she's sorry but she can't stand it any more.
Blood runs down her arm as she pins a note to the door,
Hoping thats this is the final time she falls to the floor,
As the note she wrote reads:
"I'm sorry for this hurt you'll have to endure."

They couldn't understand why I turned to the knife,
The only thing I wanted was to end my own life,
I didn't want to hurt them, but they still couldn't see,
Why i couldn't stand being this girl that was me.