My Suicidal Confession

As I Enter..

The Mournful Halls Of Delta-High..
The Place, Where As If I Didn't Exist..The Place Where I Had No Friends..Got No Respect What So Ever... Wasn't Treated Like A Idolized Human Being..
I Gazed Upon Everyone In The Halls.. Watching Them Laughing, Giggling, Enjoying There Day..With There Friends.
I Was The One That Didn't Stand Out.. I Was The One That Got Picked On.. Was The Nerd.. Geek.. Freak..All Those Things.
I Got Bullied On Many Times, Experience Many Harmful Situations..
Over And Over As Days Pass By.. Same Thing Happened..
Always Being Threatened.. Always Being Hurt.. Picked On.
I'd Always Come Home And Rush Myself Upstairs To My Room So My Parents Wouldn't Notice Me Crying As I Walked Through The Door..

As Every Tear Runs Down My Cheek.. I'd Always Think That Very Second.. Why I Am Alive.. Why Not Commit Suicide?
I Always Kept A Sharp Blade Under My Pillow.. But I Never Had Courage To Kill Myself..
But.. One Day.. I Had Enough.. I Couldn't Stand It Anymore? I Was Hated, Unloved, Had No Frickin Friends.. Why Live?! Huh?! That Same Thing Kept Repeating In My Head Like A Record.. I Would Always Cry.. I Would Always Wanna Commit Suicide.. Everyone Wants Me To Die.. Theres No POINT! One Day.. After school, I Came Running Home Into The Kitchen And Grabbed A Knife.. The Sharpest One i Could Find.. And Walked Towards The Bathroom With Tears Running Slowly Down My Face...
As I Walked Into The Bathroom With A Knife In One Hand And A Note In The Other.. I Imprisoned My Self In The Bathroom While My Back Against The Wall And As A Tear Ran Upon My Bottom Lip.. I Held The Knife To My Chest Firmly And Put Pressure On The Knife While It Went Into My Chest Reaching The Point Of My Heart And That Last Second Before It Reached My Heart I Whispered.. Goodbye Cruel World..And In My Heart It Went.. The Cold Sharp Edge Of The Knife Now Covered In Blood..
My Body Slowly Fell To The Floor As My Back Was Gliding Against the Wall While my Blood Was Leaving Stains And There I Was.. Lying On The Floor.. Dead.. My Body Laying There Still..No Movement.. While Both My Arms Laying Still And Apart From Me And One Hand Was With The 'Note'..
And In It Said..

'I Lay Here Still..
I Lay Here Dead..
I Lay Here Because It Was Meant To Be..
I Lay Here Because I Don't Want To Cry Suicidal Tears No More
I Lay Here All Cried Out.. Giving What The World Always Wanted..
And This..
Was -My Suicidal Confession

Hi, My Name Is Anna And This Poem Was Really Actually My First.. That I Put Though Into.. I Hope You Like It And No It isn't A True Story Please tell Me What You Think Thanks Bye