Before you read it, there is nothing wrong with me. I just felt like writing something depressing. I was in a happy mood when I wrote this actually.
Slit your wrist and watch it bleed.
Dying slowly or end it quick.
Maybe death is what you need.
Look around no one cares.
Having them kill you with their glares.
Far down and being shunned.
Listening to music that makes you quit.
Staring down a loaded gun.
Questioning the fact to live or die.
Thinking everything is just a lie.
Having them not feel the same.
Go back from whence you came.
All you do is feel the pain.