(Before you read this, I don't want to sound like i am complaining, but this is really to my parents. I know a lot of you are going through what this poem has to say.)
Just for one day try to live my life.
I bet your wrist has never touched a knife.
This is the life I've been forced to live.
I feel like all i am is being held captive.
Try living everyday wishing it was your last.
Just wishing that your life would go by fast.
This is the path I have drawn,
No one will miss me when I am gone.
The best way for me is death
why is it so hard to see that?
So to this I should say good bye
I am so tired of even giving a try.
