Meant For Something

I'm feeling a bit queasy
Just a little too uneasy
Been sitting here a little too long
Repeating the same old song

Can't remember the last time I laughed
Seems like decades have passed
Drowning in my sorrow
There won't be a tomorrow

I start to throw up
Thinking I'm not skinny enough
Then I take the safety pin
Driving it into my already scarred skin

I start to lose my breath
I'm all too ready for death
So as I feel my body drain
Less and less I feel my inner pain

So now I'll make it true
One last thing I have to do
I down a bunch of pills
Life is the only thing that kills

I've had this planned for a while
So I leave my will and suicide letters with a smile
As I drift away so deep
Knowing I'll forever be asleep…

6 hours passed--
And my death didn't last
I wrote my goodbyes yesterday
Saying things I thought I'd never say

And it was all for nothing
Maybe my life really is meant for something…

(This is resubmitted)