As I sit in my room
The darkness surrounds me in pain
Fear arising in any form
I feel lost ,scared, full of dread
I feel as though I'm always watched
Always judged
But now I hope they understand what it has done to me
So as I hold this knife in my hands
Close to my chest
I hope they remember all the hate they held close to me
Though I know I will be missed by some people
Others I am not so sure
I leave a note that reads
"I'm sorry. I wish you could understand."
I draw my last breath and hope for the best
As I plung the knife through my heart
I lay in my pool of blood
My last words spoken "This is all your fault"
