Suicidal Bitch (Poem)

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 assed. 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 BITCH it's true... ...kill me