My suicide

Why do I have to live
Why cant I just die
As each cut goes deeper
I realize I live a lie.

My family doesn’t know
That I want to end my life
It they did
They would think I shrug off at the smallest strife.

But what do they know?
My dreams have been shattered
And my heart has been broken
If they know do they think it doesn’t matter?

Soon they will see that it did matter
But by then I will have cut deeper then ever before
And I really hope they will find me
With my knife, dead on the floor.

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