My Suiside

All i do is listen to those hurtful names...
Sometimes i wonder if name calling is a game...
What did i ever do to deserve this pain?
why do you like hurting me what good do you gain?
I guess I'll never understand why it is that you hurt me...
i guess I'll never understand... i guess I'll never see...
Why do you like hurting me why do you want me to die?
What did i do to you? Why do you make me cry?
I can not tell you why you insist on hurting me...
but i sure as hell can say this my life can no longer be...
I refuse to take this any more I'm sick of this life...
I refuse to let you hurt me again that's why i have this knife...
I'm ready to let go... as i bring the knife to my wrist...
Everything is turning black... i no longer have the strength to clench my fist...
i slowly let the pain soak in and remember what you said
" Why the hell are you here... i wish you were dead"
You just got your wish... i no longer exist...
now you can look at all the bloody cuts on my wrist...