As I sit here wondering
what im doing wrong
Why do people talk trash to me
Pushing me around cause I dont belong.
if I were to vanish
I know not many people would care
If I left this Earth right now
Life for others will be easier to bare.
Noone understands me
Or why I go through such strife
Sometimes I just wonder if I should stop-
-Stop this life with a knife
A few quick and easy slices
Through each layer of my skin
It may hurt a little
But pain is like my win.
-No, I couldn't do it.
And I know my feelings are a lie.
I might as well suck it up
As i fall asleep and cry.

 
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