I wish I had the heart to put a gun in my mouth. I'm tired of being a person. I would if could. If I had a gun. I scare myself. The way I think. The way I feel. The weight is crushing. I mean I don't want to live. I m tire of it. It's the same song every day. Wake up . School. Come home. Dinner. Bed . And with divorced parents it makes my life a living hell. I hate it. I know some have it harder but it's still hell. I cant tell anyone I'm suicidal. They would think nothing of it. Tell me to not worry. That does nothing. Like telling someone who's shot to walk it off. It's whatever. It's my life and this is how I love it. In fear of myself. It's tiring.
