To my mother, to my brother, to my sister..
To the ones that made my life a living hell, those who made have nightmares when I wasn't asleep..
To the 'best friends' the ones that back stabbed me, and told that they'll never leave me alone..
To the teachers who never cared, never noticed and never liked me..
To the bullies that pointed at me, pushed me down the hallway, spilled soda on my hair, threw my books in the mud, called me a freak, *****, ****, ******, loner, fat, ***** ; and a lot more..
To this country I had the misfortune to be born here..
To my school, that made my life miserable, made me want to **** myself everyday..
To the doctor that forbid my parents to abort me, when they wanted to..
To society that made me feel like I'm never good enough, a waste of space, made me hate myself to a point I'd despise me....
GOODBYE!!
I am ending my life, and I am leaving this world!
I can not take anymore of this! Enough is enough!
I do not expect you to mourn over my death, or even shed tears for me!
Do not fool youselves!
You never noticed, you never cared, you never wanted to and you never tried!
It's too late now!
Goodbye..

Dear dad,
if you are listening, I want you to know that I'm fine,
mom is doing good, and everyone's alright.
A few kids hit me with their words, but I'll be okay,
you know how I am, I always find a way..

I smile all the time, but dad I feel so sad,
I wish that you'd be here, wish you weren't dead..
These ten years have been a mess, and I often lose myself,
I've been feeling so alone, and nobody's been my friend.

Other than that father, I swear I'm okay,
I cry a lot at night, but I'll figure out a way..

I hope you're doing well, I hope you're doing good
I miss you so much, and I'd hug you if I could!!

I love you dad!

A cut on a lonely day
a cut to feel okay..

A cut to not feel sad,
a cut to not forget..

A cut to not break down,
a cut to let it out..

A cut to feel strong,
a cut and I'm almost gone...

a punch for a ****** day, a cut to open  the vein, a pill to feel okay;
two punches to get over, two cuts blood flowing like a river, two pills you shake and quiver;
three punches what's one more, three cuts a puddle on the floor, three pills so you can feel clean and pure;
one last punch to feel good enough, one last cut till your mission is complete, one last pill and you're finally asleep...

I see her..
she sits alone,
smiles to people and inside she cries...

I see her..
I see the pain, she tries to numb it;
and sometimes she fails..

I see her..
trying  to hide her scars,
and when she goes home, she gets new ones..

I saw her..
she waved goodbye,
it is true as they say;
silence is the loudest cry...

Look at me..
I am not a fool,
tell me the truth;
what am I ?
Am I worthless,
useless?
Your biggest regret??
It's okay, I know, I understand..
I never even loved myself

Look at me again,
now I may be a fool,
tell me the truth, don't hide it with a smile..

Have I let you down?
Have I?