People say...

People say I’m nasty
People say I’m mean
But they don’t seem to understand
That the outsides all they see

I’ve sat alone for many years
Not a soul dared to say
Hello to me or even good- bye
No one cared that way

I’ve longed to have somebody
That would be a friend to me
Just a person, any one
That’s willing to come see

My parents don’t seem to like me
They gave me up long ago
Now I live with my grandmother
And she seems to love me so.

Killing my self seems to be the path
The one I should take
So I choose the knife
To end my life
And all the pain it makes

I love my grandma very much
And I know she’s going to cry
So before I go and kill my self
Before I go and die

I’ll leave a letter to her
Just for her to read
To keep her from crying
As she prepares for life with out me

-Please vote and comment i still have to write the second part-