Suicide.

I lay in bed,
Waiting for time to pass me by
But all I can do is cry,
Cry myself to sleep
Too many tears on my pillow
Too many secrets to hide
Too many memories of good times
But all I can do is cry,
Cry myself to sleep
I think about her,
I think about her face,
I think about the way she laughs
The way she says my name
I think about what I did
I think what will happen next
I'm scared of losing her,
She's the best friend I always thought I'd have
I see her everywhere,
I see her in my dreams
I try to get myself together,
But all I can do is cry,
Cry myself to sleep
Days go by, and I'm sick of pain
I'm sick of living this lie
When she doesn't even hear my side
I'm sick of all the memories
I'm sick of all the tears
The tears that I can cry anymore
Because I've cried once to many times
I'm sick of all the dreams I have,
Because for some reason she's always there
She said she loved me,
Because that's what I wanted to hear
But I'm sick of being sick,
So I will do the next best thing
A slit on the wrist,
And a tear closing kiss
With a poem that goes
A little something like this.