I sit here reading sad poems day after day
They make me feel better.
Sometimes I think they are the only way.
I read how people can end their life
And think how of easy that could be me.
With just one single knife
They say its scary to think about suicide,
But they don't realize that's all that runs through my mind.
I know I'd do it with great pride
After a while you become so numb
It doesn't even phase you anymore anyway.
A way to make people feel bad, the ones that called you dumb
I read all the words they write,
And some over and over again.
They see only darkness and nothing else is in sight
My tears just flow
My parents aren't home,
And I think of how I could go
.
I read how they say to do it,
But then I see my dad's face when he finds me.
It looks torn apart and twisted a bit,
But I don't care anymore.
He needs to know
He should have noticed before
Right here and right now,
I can see myself do it,
I now know how
I've convinced myself long enough no one cares,
So I might as well do it.
I'll give it to myself as a dare
I think to ask my ex-best friend for advice,
But then I realize how much my heart hurt
After she took that one big slice.
I have the pills and the knife,
So what's the big deal,
Just another teen who took her life
