I know i am a mistake

Every three seconds
someone will die
in those three seconds
i wish to end my life

I'm sick of everything
about my whole entire life
the only thing i live for
i hiding the Marks from my knife

just i want everyone to no
my whole life is fake
theres no way that can change
I'm one huge mistake

everyone thinks so
the convince me to think so too
ending life
would be a dream come true

but my dreams never come true
all i hold is pain
hide marks from my knife
and hide my tears in rain

like everyone says
I'm a such a huge ska.nk
no one too believe
cause I'm no one, a mistake

i don't want to do this
but I'm going insane
trying to be someone else
cause of all this pain

holding everything inside
i want to let it out
dying is the one thing
i think about

my marks will now
never heal
I'm always pretending
to be someone unreal

i try to make them like me
but nothing works
i always end up
getting myself hurt

everyday
someone new
hurts my heart
then my knife to mind comes threw

i cut so slow
to let out more pain
for trying to make them like me
and holding my shame

when people read
what i have to say
in these poems
they ask if I'm okay

but i don't care
i no they don't and never will
they don't no who i am
my arms will never heal

I'm nothing but a loser
a big mistake
everything i do wrong
even the chances i don't take

the only ting i want
is my life to be perfect
cause if things don't get better soon
i don't think ill be able to get threw it

I'm not worth anything
anything at all
all my friends hate me
no ones there to help me when i fall

life isn't good
at least not for me
I'm going to have to start
being me and only me

after all my mistakes
i did take in life
i no there more to come
thats a reason to use my knife

i always no i can do better
then i do
but i don't try cause the only thing i
think about is how hard life is to get threw

when people saw my marks
they all looked and saw my pain
but then they just all said
i was the one to blame

as i write all this
i feel like i want to die
cause it seems no one really care
how badly i want to end my life

but I'm not to blame
from all these mark
its all from what they said
from what i took at heart

i don't no why i care
about what they have to say
who ever made them so important
to make me feel this way

still i hate my life
who doesn't hate life
who doesn't need a true friend
mine will always be my knife

i hate how people judge me
why do they even care
they don't care about anything else
except making sure my pain is there

its seems all they want
is making me feel bad
and wishing all my dreams are broken
and hoping that i feel sad

maybe all they do want
is me with my knife
maybe i will make people happier
without any life

i wonder what it feels like to die
thats really what i think about
i think i will try it
and i think i will find out

i feel i make horrible mistake
that affect everyone else
my life is one of those mistakes
and everyone not knowing how i felt

-not done-

thanks for reading kinda long.... i truly wrote most feelings down in this poems i didn't feel like writing anymore fro now .. and I'm sick of everything...

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