My suicide

I make my music as loud as it will go and i know its my tikme to go
i hear my parents yelling at me
from the other room i begin to cry
i take my knife and press the blade
against my wrist as i make the first
cut my hand clenches into a fist
and as i watch the blood pool at my
feet i cant help but think once more
is my life really all that bad?
is all the pain and suffering that
i've been through as bad as
she had?
maybe its not but maybe it is
maybe my life is worste than hers
then i cut again
and i no this is the end
although i cannot see my mother
i no she cried
for this was my suicide