My Beautiful Death

I want to cut.

I want to cry.

I just want to commit suicide.

not today, but sometime I will.

I could take several bottles of pills.

Then slash my wrists, and tie up my neck.

I don’t care if no one checks.

No one cares, they never have.

curled up, clutching my legs, crying a river, cause that’s all I can do.

no more cutting, all because of freakin you.

I’m almost numb, thank goodness for that. don’t know how much more pain I can take.

this loneliness and lack of love will kill me someday, if no one comes to my rescue soon.

But I don’t mind, I am but a young girl in distress, willing to take my life.

so that I may be in no more affliction, sorrow, guilt, or strife.

There’s no more hope. I can’t see ahead.

maybe I’ll go peacefully tonight in my bed.