Savior suicide

As I sit on my white sheets
covered with red,
I lay down with satisfaction,
for my savior has come.

I look back at my life
and see not much was done
just self-hatred and ignorance,
my soul being torn apart.

My heart turned into stone
and dropped to my grave,
by the person I truly loved
to broken to be taped.

Why did I act so happy?
why didn't I look for help?
Why was I so hated?
Why did no one care?

Maybe if I acted different
and told them the truth
I might have had a second chance,
I might have lived past my youth.

WAIT! I'M TO YOUNG TO DIE!!
God, I'm sorry for what I did,
give me a second chance!!
Please, I wanna live!!

But my eyes are closing shut,
my mind is becoming blank.
I look back at what I did
and I did it for the best.

What I did was my destiny
It consumed me with pride
I saved me from myself
My savior called suicide.