O.D

I asked for help
but you just looked at me and laughed
I think about you every day
as I cut in to my wrist
and let my soul go
I just can't go on
you make me so mad.

I tell you over and over
that my shirt hides all the marks
because I don't want people
to make ugly remarks.

So when you walk
through that door
and I'm ling down on the floor.

Don't bother to ask
why as you stare because
I'll tell you right now
that if it wasn't for you
I'd probably be in school right now.

But all you did was ignore me
to show off in front of you're friends
as you tried to ignore
all the cries for help.

So don't blame it on drugs
or on any of my friends
when you look at your self
in the mirror tomorrow
as you will see all the writing
I left on your walls
trying to tell you that yes I do love you.

So now you know
the cause of my death
and no it wasn't the fact of cutting my wrist...

I took some ones pills and then I "O.D".