Suicide

Everyday is the same for me.
People laughing, pointing, teasing me.
Sitting in the back of every class,
Always alone at lunch.
Gone unnoticed.
No one notices how hurt I really am.
I take every bit of teasing that gets thrown my way.
It is time for it to end.
It is time to show people who I really am.
It is time to make them feel bad.
I go home as always with a plan in my head,
Pictures of me popping up dead,
Lying in my own pool of blood.
People crying.
Why are people crying?
Itâ??s not like the notice me.
My plan, I hope, it works.
Taking my Dadâ??s gun to my head,
At school.
How perfect.
I walk in the doors with a grin on my face,
A gun in my jacket,
And some last words in my pocket.
â??Excuse me!â?? one guy pushes me.
The time has come.
To pull the trigger.
To make a statement.
I pull the note out, put the gun to my head.
Peopleâ??s screams are drowned out by the blast of the gun.
I fall to the floor.
People crowd around me.
The note says:
\"Notice me, and maybe I would still be here.\"