Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

97

Will someone please help me

End my misery

After all of those sniggers

Maybe I'll just pull the trigger

I've been tormented all my life

I could end it with a knife

To me you all are just thugs

There's always the option of drugs

The cruel words that rolled off your tongue

Another way is to have myself hung

Soon you broke me down

Perhaps I'll just drown

Instead of being pumped I was bumped

What if I jumped?

All I wanted was a friend.