just some of my shitty poetry

help me

if I'm a witch why haven't I been hung?
seventeen and beautiful, innocent and young.
Screaming voices, screaming voices, urging me to go
I'm drowning in the water but I gasp a quiet "no"
Whispers whiz around my ears and tears stream down my face,
"i want to die, i want to die" oh god, im out of place
i don't belong
i wonder why
oh yeah, im just insane
my hands are stained
my wrist is sprained
wait, is that blood?