Holding my wrist in my hand, blood dripping down.

Face scrunched in pain, a life full of frowns.

Unappreciated
Worthless
Dumb

All my life, just a little crumb.

A small piece of crumb, fallen off of the bread.

Who would miss me if I were dead?

Maybe my internet, but she can't love me back.

Maybe my friends, but it's seems they're all filled with crack.**

Probably my family, but they're better off without me.

So killing myself would be the best option, you see.

Who are you to say that it's a temporary problem with a permanent solution?

We're all going to die, it's not because of pollution!

Who are you to say it's not worth it?

It's better that feeling like I'm drowning in a pit.

A pit where every one is watching, cheering me to fail.

Sinking under their words it's impossible to bail.

It's not just their words, it's to ones in my head too.

'Why are you crying?' Mocking me: 'boo hoo hoo!'

I can't tell my teachers, my family or friends,

Them treating me normal will end.

They will think I'm pathetic of not pushing through,

But I say I have courage for doing what I'm going to do!

It will be spectacular, what a sight to see!

I'm hoping for blood everywhere! They'll all remember me!

Maybe I'll jump! Maybe I'll cut!

Maybe I'll hang! Any way they'll all know what's up!

I could take pills to overdose,

But I'll just end up in comatose.

But can do none of this I'm too much of a coward.

I'm too much of a wimp, even if I would finally be empowered.

So onward I cut with the sharpest of small blades,

Trying to live in shade.

Blood steadily dripping down,

With all the demons I'm trying to drown.

To weak to do anything else because my weakness is pain, pain to those few I care about. I'm not selfish enough to hurt others for my own benefit, I must live through my life in distress, I wish to please all even with this stress. This burden to carry that if anyone see the evidence of my suffering, it's would cause them more grief than they need and if they saw my monsters they'd be disgusted with me.

**my friends are not doing cocaine by that I mean they're crazy fun stupid people who don't think being depressed is a real problem, that only attention whores act suicidal or depressed.