Call my name,
I'll answer with a tear.
Because I know,
That you don't really care.

If I left,
You would just think I'm stupid.
You tell me to kill myself already,
instead of living till a hundred.

The sad smile on my face,
Is just a joke.
Call me emo,
until I'm broke.

Why do you think,
I cut my wrists.
Not because I want to,
I wish I could resist.

In this world,
I am not worth to be anyone.
I hate living with these labels,
I hate having to wait till my life is done.

I count down the happy moments,
One by one.
I know there are many,
But I remember none.

And if you read this poem,
you would just say it's a**ed.
You're right,
for once and for last.

I'm sick of crying,
I'm sick of trying.
I hate being in a life,
where everyone just wants me dying.

My ugly face,
hits the wall.
Bloody tears,
roll by as I fall.

I was not meant for the smiles I would bring,
I was not meant for anything.

I was not meant for anyone's pain,
I was not meant to embarrass my friends by being lame.

And now,
I literally cry,
as I write this f*cked up poem.
Because I am no one,
I hope you understand where I'm coming from.

But to everyone,
and you.
I'm nothing but a

                                           SUICIDAL B!TCH

it's true...









                                                  ...kill me