Am I meant to die
The answer soon Ill
Have to decide
Whether all the pain
I have indoor
Is stronger that what
I can stand anymore
With This gun held to my
Head
Hurtful things come up
What people have said
Im worthless and not
Meant too be
Im just an outcast
Something no one can see
So if I pull the trigger
Away I will become
No one will worry everyone
Will carry on
Im just an object taking
Up space
And its so easily for me
To be replaced
I guess I give up don’t you
Dare say Im weak
You could never live my
Life and try being me
I squeeze the trigger
Away the pain goes
But no one would care
No one will know
