Thinking About Death

I'm sitting here thinking
All I want to do is die.
I have the phone right by my side
Just to call everyone and say goodbye.
I don't know what I did,
But I must of did something wrong.
For him to be mad at me.
Definatly for this long.
He won't even talk to me
When I ask him whats wrong
All he says is: I love you
And I'll talk to you later.
Maybe, he just wants me to be gone.
So, right now while I'm lying here in my bed
All I'm thinking about in my head,
Is maybe I should be dead!