Standing Here

I'm standing here at my dresser,
looking at all my options,
because nothings getting better.
I swear that when I was born,
I was put up for adoption.
I don't belong in this house,
I don't belong in this family.
that's why I'm about,
to write my suicide story.
First the pills,
then the blade.
It's going to kill,
so I sit and wait.
Laying in my bed,
with the bottle in my hand,
I will soon be dead,
because no one could understand.