Suicidal Thoughts

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Life is never lived without pain or suffering

Of the suicidal thoughts that run through my brain at night

My parents have yet to notice

The fact is that they don't care

They never did and they never will

I stay alive for my friends, father and boyfriend

But not for my mother or step-father

They keep pushing me and my buttons

This time when they pushed me

They pushed me too far

And I fell

Down a path where i can never return from

I might run away from this horrid place I call home

My hopeful soul keeps telling me that there is a way out of this

But the truth is, there wasn't a way out of this mess I call my life

I pray to God to take

My tainted soul

The thought of death

Has never frightened me

I am now down a path

With no one who cares

I'll do it tonight

End my life

By a blade or maybe yet

I'll hang

I'm sure my father and friends will weep

But not the bitch I call a mother

Or the

Dick I call a step-father

I'll miss them dearly

But they won't miss me

My life means nothing to them

They could care less about me

Sometimes I feel as if I am

Being tortured and beaten

For answers and the information

I don't know

My head is pounding as I write this

So many tears have fallen

Being the "great" mom and step dad they are

They took away one of the

Happiest things to me

My books... Were my way of

Losing myself

The way of

Separating myself from society

I will miss most of all the good

Memories I have had

Such a shame leaving without my

First kiss

I will never see the day of my sweet 16

My parents are clueless

About how I feel

They don't know that I've had this thought process many a times

But... I can never go through with the threats or the promises I make

They raise me with their backs to me

Not ever wondering what's going on

They think that I am some pathetic

Little girl

My tears will no longer be shed

On this paper

My soul will be separated from me

I have so many choices to choose

Be reborn into a new, live in the fields of Elysium

I might starve myself

They'll look at me like I'm crazy

But I won't care

I'll starve myself until I am all skin and bones

Not an inch of fat on me

My head is now pounding

It's hard to think

I need to sleep

Maybe all of this was just a nightmare

GOODBYE

Forever...

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