Last poem ...

Something must be wrong with me,
if all i do is cry,
i cant stop the pain,
all i want to do is die.

i would call out to others,
but they don't care,
what should i do,
they are right there.

i think about my family,
and what it would do to them,
would they even miss me,
if my life just ends.

this isn't how i thought it would be,
my life a tangled mess,
no one can hear me,
at this time of my distress.

i no what i should do,
i pick up the knife,
where should i cut,
to end my life.

i cut into my wrist,
all the blood pours out,
as i feel no pain,
i think i should shout out.

i feel weak,
i can hear the rain,
i know this is right,
as there is no more pain.

i can hear someone,
calling my name,
but its too late,
as i end my life in shame.

***i would really apreciate it if u voted or comented on this poem...this was the first poem i ever wrote so...thanx***