I'm a mistake
I shouldn't be here
I have no place on earth
I should've died on the day of my birth.

And all I see is grey
Don't want to live another day.

Can't bother them with my troubles
Because it doesn't work- I've tried
Don't want to lose anyone again
I have to hide it all inside.

Maybe tonight
With this knife
I can finally end
My life.

"I just don't fit in,"

​I'm better off dead

"It's just a scratch,"

It hurt and it bled

"I'm just a little tired,"

I'm trying not to cry

"I'm fine, I promise,"

*I just want to die.

I'm ugly, I know
My smile
I'm ashamed to use
My face
I'm afraid to show

This little voice in my head
A secret whisper of poisons
Makes me wish I was dead

This little voice in my head
Tells me to jump off a bridge
Reminds me that I won't be missed

This little voice in my head
It just won't shut up
It haunts me day and night
Tries to control my life

This little voice in my head
Is not so little anymore
It's slowly overtaking me
Killing me and consuming my all.

But how can I get over
Something that was never mine?

I break the things I touch
I hurt the ones I love
I stab my friends repeatedly
I'm a bad person, don't you see?

They stabbed her
Gnawed at her body
Feeding off her every
insecurity.

They punched her
Repeatedly, rhymically
Beating the life and soul
away.

They thought it was funny
They thought it was clever
They thought it was cool

They knew it wasn't correct.

They thought that
taunting with someone's life was a joke
That it was hilarious
to tip somebody over the edge
That it was satisfying
to bring someone down

That it was clever; the way they forced their victim
to
drown.

If I was a little louder
Would you hear me?
If I was a little nicer?
Would you love me?
If I was a little prettier?
Would you date me?
If I was a little uglier
Would you hate me?

They were photo-shopped
Every inch of fat cropped
Cropped till there was nothing but bones
Cropped till society labelled them as beautiful
Cropped till they had boys falling at their feet
Cropped till they
no longer
needed
to be
cropped.

They had starved themselves
They were 'fat free'
They were
hollow
and

They were
empty.

I miss you
But you're not the same
Oh, how I wish you
Knew of the pain.

Maybe
one day things will change
an unexpected twist in fate
will come hurtling through your gate

Maybe
it will different tomorrow
not the same as it was today
and all your troubles will be washed away

Maybe
tomorrow i'll remain the same
an awful poet, with an infamous name
but who knows?

Maybe
tomorrow you and i
shall glow.

Because even the loudest lyrics
Cannot drown out the pain

Falling to pieces, broken
Inside, trying to get better but it
Never works- they lied.

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Tie the noose and kick the chair
Take your final breath of air
Open the bottle and down the pills
Cry and gasp and then fall still
Write the note to see if they care
Then go jump down a flight of stairs
You're pathetic and worthless
You'll never do well
You're wasting our air
I hope you rot in hell.

Mind fuzzes
Vision blurs
Crimson pools
Screams echo
Life ends.

She smiles through glassy eyes;
but you mistake them for a look of delight
She's hiding tears that'll never spill over
Concealing all the feelings that haunt her

She wears a pretty black dress
it has long sleeves to hide all the flesh
Because under that pretty black dress
her skin is a tainted, ****** mess

The emotions she feels
Of course she will hide
But don't you see?
She's dying inside.

It's lonely watching from the sidelines
Smiling and pretending you're fine
Whilst they all laugh with their new friends
Because everyone leaves you, in the end.

Writing notes makes me feel better
Because if I die i know there'll be a letter
Explaining all my thoughts and feelings
I couldn't tell you whilst I was breathing.

I'm exhausted
I'm numb
I feel guilty for what I've done

I'm horrible
I'm mean
I don't deserve to follow my dreams  

I give up
I'm done
It'll be over when you pass me the gun.

A bittersweet ending to the pain
If a suicide it induces shame
But it's an escape I'll never face again
So why don't I just put a bullet through my head?

I blink the tears away
As I lie to you, "I'm okay,"
But I'm not
I'm dying inside
Giving up on this fight.

Don't you dare tell me you're sorry
When you're standing over my grave

Being around you is like stepping on broken glass;
You never know how long it will last.