Perceptions Poem by Suicidal Happiness

Leave me alone, so dead, so cold.
I’m so young but my perceptions are old
I believe in self-righteous suicide
I believe that I will never be alright
I’m ok that I’m destined for death
I’m worst at what I do best.
I wait for my moment of pure happiness
I don’t care if I will never pass a ‘worthy for life’ test
I’m silent and content as I wait to die
People will never understand and will forever question why
I’m not sad; I’m not depressed or at all sick.
I lied but it’s all I can say as my clock ticks
Please don’t try and save me, I know my fate
As I swing from my noose it’s too late