Sitting all byself

by Sable
(82901)

I see the sun rise and set but yet i still live and want death.

Life is cruel dark and lonley. I can't keep going living without just because of my age.

I mean its just a number so it shouldn't come between us.

Hit the lights, shut door, call yourself a whore. Go to the closet reach in grab the rope and the chair hang it by your door stick your head in leave your notes and blood on the walls from cutting open your wrist and wanting not to exist you scream his name and kick the chair.

Goodbye cruel world Ill be with him someday unless he thinks I've been dead to long.