Call Me Suicidal (My Inner Thoughts)

Shut up!

SHUT UP! 

I'm tired of you telling me I'm wrong! 

I'm tired of your criticism! 

You say you'll never hurt me, but look at what you're doing to my heart!

Your words are like bullets, your mouth is the gun, your mind is the scope, my self-esteem is the target.

You don't realize it, but everything you say to me chips away at the wall I'm building to protect myself.

You're killing me, slowly, indirectly.

Your words drag the blade across my skin.

Your hatred makes the blood gush to no end.

I feel my vision getting faint, I see you in the distance.

My mind tells me to stop, but it also says don't miss this.

There's no reason to stop, to keep living.

Nobody will even notice I'm gone.

I'll just be another pile of blood and bone.

I'll join the other suicide kids in heaven or hell.

My life was short, oh well