Why

they do not know me so why do they stare why do they kick me and pull at my hair why do they hurt me do they not know that i am the same i hurt after each blow but it doesn't matter to them i am scum my pain is their pleasure my pain is their fun im so sick of living im so sick of life which way should i end it a rope or a knife a knife is too messy a rope is the way got to get everything ready im leaving today attach the rope to the ceiling im ready to go make sure the doors locked so no one will know the ropes round my neck and i start to cry im sorry for everything im sorry GOODBYE