Just Another Suicide

I Write This Suicide Poem
As The Weather Grows Colder
As Time Slowly Passes By...
I Stay On This Earth
For Friends That Are So Dear,
But I am Just So Tired Of Trying..
I Just Want To Quit.
You Cant Say Anything To Change My Mind
It Will Be My Deady Body You Will Find
Maybe Then You will Understand
Why I Always Held A Blade In My Hand.
My Existence Is So Pointless
I Have Got No Reason To Live.
I Pray To A God...
That Could Be Fake,
I Pray That You Will For Give Me,
For Not Being Who You Wanted Me To Be.
So With The Tears I Have Shed,
With The Blood I Have Bled
I Rock This Chair
With Out A Care
And Now I Am Hanging...
As I Slowly Die,
I Think To My Self
Maybe This Wasnt The Way
Maybe I Should Of Stayed A Little Bit Longer
In This Living Hell Of Mine.
Cause Things Could Of Got Better...
O Wait, Thats Only A Selfish Dream Of Mine
Things Never Get Better..??
Its Too Late Now I Cant Go Back,
You Cant Stop What Has Been Done
You Cant Undo What Cant Be Undone!