I watch myself
Dig my own grave,
Out by the place
We muttered over broken glass,
Near the rock coated in ash.

            Will you be here tomorrow
            When I'm not?
            Will you be here tomorrow
            When I've gone?
            Will you be here tomorrow
            Mourning, or moved on?

I see myself whisper
Goodbyes
To the still trees and the riverbank,
I am inaudible when it matters,
As I always was.

I wonder if anyone will hear the shot,
Or if in death, like life,
I'll be ignored as well as forgot...

It's just another ****** up  Friday.
I've cried 3 times today. Hard.
I got home and tried to open up to my dad for the first time in years.
Then he got ****** at something I said 4 days ago.
I thought we were over it.
We didn't talk for 2 days.
Then he started talking like everything was okay.

I wish when people asked "Are you okay?"
That they would want a real answer.
But no one in this world cares.
It's cold and dark and cruel.
I'm so over high school.
I'm so done.

I'm just so done with everyone and everything.

I hate life.
Right now, it hurts to breathe.
I tried to **** myself a couple of weeks ago,
Took a couple of pills.
I'm waiting for my dad to go to sleep so I can take more than I did last time.
Last time didn't work, because I'm still here.
And I wish I wasn't.

Merry Christmas.
It'll be a good new year.....because I hopefully won't see it.

you are so ******* attractive and it annoys the hell out of me.