At the start of this year
I ended my life
knowing that there's no worth.
I'm not worth it

Every night at 3 am
I told myself that no one would
notice I'm gone or
cry over me

My friends would be better without me
my parents would be glad that they no longer
have to put up with me
But that's where I'm wrong

This boy from class who
borrowed a pen from me
but didn't gave it back
kept the pen and valued it

this girl I hardly spoke to
cries herself to sleep
blaming herself that if
she talked to me she could've saved me

my mother tries
to sleep in my room
wanting to feel my warmth
while drowning in tears

my dad won't stop wasting
everything he worked for
because there's no point
I'm gone

my teacher who forced me
to speak in front of the class
kept my last essay
rereading it over and over again

but that's the thing
they only did it
when they know that
I'm long gone and dead

--a.v.--