Because of you...

As i sit on this chair i think about how pointless my life is.everyone's always making fun of me just because i dress punk and listen to rock.they don't know the real me and they especially don't know what i go thru every day and night.first my parents ignore me,then they annoy me.they always blame shit on me and don't trust me for no reason.i only have to escapes in my life,poems and my best friend the knife.people don't see the cuts on me even when i don't wear long sleeved shirts.you know why?cause they don't care about anything else but their gay little lives.if they could just spend a day in my shoes then maybe they'd try to pay a little more attention to the kids with sucky lives mine.every night i cry until two or three in the morning watching my blood drip from my wrist.but tonight is different.i hope you selfish people read this,think and make a good choice,because of you i just died.