Done Poem by Ima Ryma

Life is so empty anymore.
Same old stuff day in and day out.
Being alive is just a bore.
Nothing to be juiced up about.
I'm tired of home and sick of school.
Nobody really understands.
The whole damn world thinks I'm a fool.
I could care less for life's demands.
So better take the short and sweet.
I put the rope around my throat,
And kick the chair out from my feet.
The last thing I see is my note.

Dear Mom and Dad, I choose to die.
I guess it's time. I don't care why.