Sometimes death seems like the only escape.
To get away from all this hate.
It's getting harder to hide the pain.
It's always the same.
I can't take the stress anymore.
Always the same as before.
It's too hard to take it.
I'm not going to make it.
They think their making fun of me,
But they just can't see...
What I am and what I'll be.
I wish they would just leave me alone.
I wish I couldn;t be over thrown.
I sit to think.
Will I float or will I sink.
I guess I'll wait a day or two...
Just to decide what I will do.
