Thoughts About A Suicide Letter

I lay in a bed with my eyes wide open
So much pain in my heart, I cannot sleep
I look in the mirror and I feel broken
My heart so mutilated, now it is yours to keep

You took a fragile girl and called her "mentally ill"
You broke my soul in pieces because we're not the same
It would be easier to take a knife and kill
Sorry I'm not your photocopy, sorry I'm not your aim

Maybe I am as disturbed as you say
Maybe I did not bleed enough for you
In my mind, thoughts of dying today
Drawings of horror, my pencil drew

Can I call it murder, if it is me who takes the knife?
It was still your indifference who finally took me down
Can it still be worthy to go on and live my life?
If I survive to my depression, in my lost tears you'll drown