A Little Poem I like to call “Get Over Yourself”

I am not a wall
I am not a door,
Why is it okay for me to always be ignored?
Lack of importance, lack of self-respect
Suicide conquers alot of people,
please let me be the next.
Day by day,Night by niight
No more battling
I can’t win this fight.
Scars are there to remind me, how I used to feel,
but I take a step back to look,
nothing seems to be real.
I go through the motions,
every fucking day,
but when you ask me what’s wrong,
I don’t know what to say.
Darkness is around me,
everywhere I turn,
Happiness is what I seek
but it’s something I’ll have to earn.
Living,
Breathing,
Trying,
all things I cannot do anymore
I can’t help but to ask myself,
“What am I really fighting for?”
Home? What is home?
There is no place where I belong
Ha, fuck home!
People look, but cannot see,
the heart behind the eyes of me.
What is standing?
My legs are weak…
My heart is weak…
My mind is weak…
I’m giving in,
every second,
every minute,
every hour.
Coming to an end;
My life, My worth, My strength
Will I be missed?
Who would care?
If my body just lay,
and my spirit floats through the air.
Saying goodbye is the hardest part,
not to what happened or who I’d hurt,
but to what could have been.
Many ways to die,
one in particular,
one that can be arranged,
all I have to do,
is pull the trigger,
I’ll for sure…
Go out with a BANG