My forsaken suicide...

Mother, I never meant to turn out like this,
But now my heart is cut into my wrist,
It’s all gone wrong within my life,
So I now turn to my best friend, knife.
All these thought within my mind,
Always feeling left behind.
These creatures living in my brain,
Tormenting me, causing me pain.
My body’s a prison, I’m trapped inside,
And soon I’ll become Deaths new bride.
I feel like an animal, caged and confined,
And so isolated, this life is not mine.
These voices in my head merge to a horrible din,
I’m not strong enough, these thought will win.
My spirit is gone, my soul is numb,
Someone give me some courage for I have none.
Not enough to do what I mean to do,
To stop inflicting myself upon all of you.
So I sit here and plan it all in my head,
For within in my soul I’m already dead.
But you were all there with me until the very end,
My mother, My father, My family, My friends.
So don’t think about what might have been
As I take my life at age fourteen…

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