Dead

I cut my wrists in hopes to die.
when i do please don't cry
we will be together again soon
until then i will watch from the moon

my life isn't cool
i get depressed because of school
then i go home, and i call you
but your not there, what do you do?

our love was strong only for a moment
but now, to h*ll is where I'm sent
i can not stand this anymore
people still think I'm a W****

everything in my life has gone wrong
so to you i sing my funeral song
i do not know if you really care
my feelings for you i must not share

because of guys in my life
i want to end my life with a butchers knife
its gonna happen really quick
today, tomorrow, its hard to pick

the people i thought were my friends
are really not, they also say they would rather me dead

so until we meet again
i am gonna count to ten
1,2,3,4,5,6,7.8..9......10
DEAD