Why?

Walking through the halls

people stop to point and laugh at me.

Sitting in class ready to cry, why me?

Why did God have to do this to me?

Than the last bell rings to go home,

I'm on the bus mad and ready to end

my life.

I'm home and I walk through the door,

All I see in my sight is a knife.

I pick it up and head toward my room.

On my bed I start to cut,

row after row I start to bleed.

I feel pain, but I don't make a sound.

Than my phone rings and its my best

friend.

I say my final good-byes, as she asks

me why.

Hanging up the phone I start to regret

this mistake

Asking myself why over something so

stupid?

My best friend comes in as I'm lying in

a pile of blood.

She runs over and huddles over my

lifeless body asking why.

A fews go by, than at least I that my

last breath and lay to rest....

This is how I felt... I didn't thinkb4 I cut myself... Don't make a stupid mistake like I did and end ur life...