My body feels as if it's crawling out of my skin.
It's a cold night and the lights are dim.
I try my hardest to ignore this horrible feeling.
Trying to get through this without needing healing.
I hear these voices screaming at me telling my to kill myself.
But there's no way I'm gonna do it, no way in hell.
I put in my headphones and turn the volume way up.
I lay my head back and listen to the song saying don't give up.
It's 3am and I wake up from a nightmare.
I sit up and take a gasp of fresh air.
I lay back down but cant fall asleep.
I get up and walk till i can't feel my feet.
I finally fall asleep and start dreamin.
I dream of blobs and a big demon.
This demon hides in my soul and comes out at night.
But believe me, it's not a pretty sight.
I hate this feeling of hate and dread.
I still promise myself i won't be dead.
What has happened to me. why these feelings.
Maybe i did something. something to cause these feelings.
The next day I wake and fake a smile.
I grab my pills. the ones in the orange vile.
I take one and swallow it down.
I look in the mirror and then look down.
I walk to school in the freezing cold.
the kids laugh at me and it's getting old.
I hear the bell and leave the class.
Its finally time to go home at last.
I get home and my parents are gone.
I'm all alone now with no one.
I hide in my room and tie a noose.
It fits nicely around my neck, kinda loose.
I tie the noose to a rafter.
And I put a chair under it shortly after.
I stand on the chair and take a deep breath.
I put the noose around my neck.
I kick the chair from under my feet.
Before I know it I can't breathe.
This went well, not too much pain.
For all the haters it's there gain.
My parents come home and come upstairs.
They look up and see me hanging there.
They cut the rope and get me down.
But it's too late to save me now.
I'm sorry I did this but it needed to be done.
The haters hate and they think it's fun.
