Let this be the last of my legacy
Let my poetry be read from near to far
Because
I wish to die
The blood is pouring from my wrist.
As you read this
A bit of me is fading away.
Every time you think about me, don't pity me
I'm killing myself
I don't know what to think.
I'm not thinking clearly.
The blood is staining my jacket.
I'm in school now.
Nobody notices a thing.
Do you notice me now?