Not Right Poem by Amy Stuart

Sever my wrists,
Cur under my jaw.
Stab my heart,
And prepare for my fall.

Screw this world,
And screw this life.
Screw the feelings,
That make me feel not right.

So many secrets,
And so many lies.
But only four words,
'I WANT TO DIE! '

So here's my chance,
I'll take my turn.
So many teachers,
But lesson not learned.

Give me the razor,
Give me the rope.
I'm done eith this life,
I have no more hope.