My reason

Should I choose to do it?
I know I've tried before...
Every time I think about it,
I want to do it more.

Whats keeping me from doing it?
The blade is just right there...
It would stop all the heartache...
And all of my despair...

But why can't I do it?
It would easily end my life-
All my sad memories, losses...
They can all end with this knife.

What is my reason for stopping?
I'm just made fun of all the time!
I'm teased and mentally tortured
And they say I'm not worth a dime.

If they would have stopped
I wouldn't have to do this...
I would have been happier-
And at least had my first kiss...

I haven't been to highschool yet!
And it all ends here.
Just one strike of the blade,
And I don't have to shed another tear.

What is my reason, you ask?
The torture and the cruel minds.
Now they've pushed me too far,
And I'm leaving the world behind...

There goes the blade...
I've fallen to the floor...
The blood flows freely-
I'm not here anymore...