Suicidal Note. [Goodbye World]

I've wrote this note,
To say goodbye,
To a world of hate,
And a world of lies.

I've wrote this note,
For the people who "cared,"
That when I needed them the most,
Weren't really there.

To my "wonderful" family,
Who put on an act.
"Oh sweetheart, I love you,"
That wasn't a fact.

For my "so-called friends,"
I wasn't good enough for.
Well, I tried my best,
I'm not taking no more.

I'm done with this.
I'm really through.
But there's one last thing,
I must do.

They think they are big,
But I'm so much bigger.
I hold the gun up to my head,
And slowly pull the trigger.

I'll fade away quickly,
The world will be glad.
They never really cared,
And they won't feel bad.

It was my time to die,
Now the world can finally see.
That I hated them as much,
As they hated me.

*this poem is my first about suicide and is completely and is totally fiction. so plz don't get the idea i'm going to go out and kill myself. i just thought this was a good topic to write on... so i did. but plz comment and rate. i'll return the favor. thnxxxx.*