Goodbye

As i sit here and write this poem its becoming very clear to me, clear that this world just isn't for me. How could I ever think that i could once fit in, considering my whole life is just a sin. Maybe what people tell is really true, maybe suicide is the best thing to do. I'm pretty sure if i committed suicide, no one would even shed a tear, no one would even notice that I'm not here. As day turns into night, i still dont feel like anything is right. I think this is my time to go, so consider this a goodbye, but now its finally my time to die.