Your Suicide...

You dye your hair and wear black clothes but they still dont even care. you turn into a s|ut and you get knocked up, you fall apart and start to cut. you sing and write poetry but what happiness does that bring? you try to kill the pain, but you only bleed more. now your parents suspect you of being gay and a wh0re. you carve a name in your skin it hurts and only reminds you of the pain you hold within. you take some pills, black out and forget to feel. you skate on the streets, you get beat and become a part of the scene. you dye your hair and wear black clothes but they still dont even care. you turn into a s|ut and you get knocked up, you fall apart and start to cut. sometimes your world is too much, you start to give up and forget how to trust. you lose your friends, you hate this place you pull out a knife you tell yourself that this is the end. you cry yourself to sleep and listen to heavy metal, you cut yourself a little too deep. half of you has already died, but then you write a note and call this your suicide...