Is they're anything I do right in your eyes,
I Can stand this I hate being told I have nothing to live for,
Nothing I ever do in your eyes will ever be right,
I hate being me I wish I could die,
I have nothing here no one cares,
I wish I could just take that blade and glide it crossed my soft skin,
all I hear is the red blood go drip drop over and over in my head,
then I think about why I wan to do this and it makes me want to do it even more,
But what is someone cares no one will,
I'm going to do it and be happy in my after life,
Maybe it's hell maybe it's heaven,
I hate it all why should I live my miserable life,
so that I can say I lived for you but if you had the choice would you cry or laugh in my face I don't want this life,
just think with one sharp slip of a blade I could go into a deep deep sleep,
Never to fell this horrible pain again,
I don't want this anymore,
all I wan tot do is die,
You wont care you never cared,
if you care so much just let me be,
let me kill myself let me have what I WANT,
*Mia*
this is not just a poem they're my real feelings so as I write this I'm thinking of my blade that's under my bed....
