Life

I've lived my life to the least,
From all the anger that has built,
You can put me down as deceased,
I hope you can feel the guilt.

I tried to write a suicide note,
To make them all nice and kind,
But they refused to devote,
And said I had lost my mind.

I felt lonely and half-dead,
So I went private and bought a gun,
Thumb on trigger and pointed at my head,
As I proved to myself that life's no fun.

They didn't save me,
Although they knew I had turned insane,
As they look down at my grave in glee,
They have no idea of my pain.