Pointing the gun on my head.
Thinking that it could be a big mistake.
No one would care If I am dead.
Maybe they will celebrate.
I take one last breath,
knowing that they will
find me in my bed.

I glance down at the bottle of pills,
Consume a little bit more of it and it kills
I don't see my life going forward from this point,
Tired of being spun around like the useless coin.
Wonder how do these pills taste,
a little by little I put them all in my mouth
and hope to forgive myself for this big mistake.

The razor's on my wrist.
Today I am gonna quit.
My memories are shattered.
My face is battered.
Tired of being called ugly
Tired of being called fat.
I want to die but no one knows that.
Tomorrow I will be gone.
Find me, among those shattered bones.
Meeting people like me.
and people who don't  judge.
My death won't be an answer to this.
I keep the razor down.
Thinking it was a big mistake.

A/N: I wrote this when I was like 12 so yeah its kinda ******...