As I sit here on my bed,
lots of thoughts run through my head.
Should I kill myself or not?
I cried as I thought.
Nobody loves me, Nobody cares.
All I get everyday are weird stares.
And rude comments about my
looks and my likes.
And how I really hate bikes.
My parents only care about my older
sister and not me.
I asked them if they even cared if I fell out of a tree.
They didn't respond, they just turned
away.
They were more interested in what
my sister had to say.
I slowly get up to go to
my balcony.
I sit down and I don't think
about my family.
As I grab the knife and slit
my wrists, I looked up at the
sky.
Before I died, i asked God "Why?"