A Bloody Mistake!

I'm ready for my coffin, I'm ready for my grave, to life I am only a slave. Those pills in the cabinet that rope in my room, and what about the sharp stick in the kitchen next to the broom? Death is coming closer I can feel it it's coming near, I can't live this way anymore please mom don't cry a tear. The pills are in my mouth the cuts are on my arm, my face is turning pale I don't have my young charm. I hear the paramedics trying to save me but their to late, I think that I'm in hell I see the opening gate. I flash back to earth, to see me in my hurse they're having a funeral? Over me they will mourn? I look into the coffin to see my skin so torn, my face looks horrible my body isn't warm. I look into the crowd people are crying loud they're saying shes happy now but as I look I'm not proud. I left my loved ones broken the few that I had, if I knew so many loved me I wouldn't of murdered myself! I'm watching as they all walk away, the people I think of everyday, they all say goodbye the last thing to me they'd ever say, I'm DEAD I shouldn't feel this way! I try to call there names, they look down and say I'll miss her this is a shame. I'm standing there alone and it begins to rain, I see a bolt of lightning I hear the sound of thunder, it's time for my soul to go to hell and my body six feet under.