How it is

Depressed and alone
no ones on the phone.
All by myself
cant put the book on the shelf.
I feel so small
and everyone else is tall.
I put myself down
lower then the ground.
I hate my life
so I'll take it with this knife.
Losing to much weight
this is my fate.
No ones around
my worthless body won't be found.
I'll lay me down tonight
and leave without a fight.
By tomorrows dawn
I'll be gone