I’m tired of people talking,
I’m tired of people mocking,
I’m tired of hiding these scars,
I’m tired of wishing on every shooting star.
Laughing about me when a joke is said,
At night I’m crying in bed,
I get a knife and start to cut,
I’m in a big situation and I’m stuck,
My mom is worried because I don’t talk or eat,
I’m so sorry but my depression I can’t defeat.
It’s the next day my cuts are burning,
I try to hide the pain so no one knows I’m hurting,
I’m hiding my scars with my sweater,
And right now I’m writing a suicide letter.
I’m tired of life, I must end it tonight,
I’m tired of living it’s time to see the light,
I’m tired of doing all this crying,
And I’m tired of even freaking trying.
It’s night now and no ones home,
It was a mistake to leave me alone,
Right now in my head I have a gun,
It’s going to take one bullet, just one.
Bang! The last thing I heard was that,
It was loud it scared the neighbors cat,
Then a car turns into the drive way,
In a pool of blood by a gun is where I lay,
My family looks into my room finding me dead,
A bullet shot in my head.
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