Tired Of This Poem by JOYCE BEH

The feeling inside,
Is still in my life,
Just want to cry,
To slip and to die,
Knowing I'm forgotten,
It is now a problem,
Why do I keep stopping,
Why is it stressing? ,
Tired of impressing,
It's not teaching me a lesson,
But to make other's happy,
It's no longer for me,
I'm tired of agreeing,
Kissing,
And pleasing,
I just feel like leaving,
The silver is cold to my head,
Pull the trigger, then I'll be dead,
Hopefully when I'm gone, words will be said,
would be heard and I will be dead