No one cares
I hide who I am
I don't want to talk
I want to die from my own hand
I hurt myself, I'm crying for help
My pain is everything
Bleed to death, blood on my hands
Death or life? My life sucks
Death sounds better than suffering
I want to choke instead of chocking
I want to burn instead of burning
I want to die, take my life
Jason is dead and it's all my dad's fault,
I want to kill him, put wire round his throat.
Want to cut myself but my friends say no,
They don't understand, it's like a T.V. show.
But no ones watching, no one knows,
The pain I feel, the pain I show.
So I hold it in, waiting to come out,
To die, to cry, to scream and shout.
My poem is through and so am I,
Now I'm prepared, prepared to die.
