Suicide [feelings Of]
Someone please save me
from this God awful place,
where ever I go it's
just a rat race.
People don't care how I
feel or what I say,but
if they aren't careful
they'll be sorry someday.
There are so many people
I love that are dying,
there's times that I feel
like I just can't stop crying.
My mind is a mess,and
my thoughts are unclear,
the day of my suicide
I feel is near.
I am always letting people
take advantage of me,I
wish they would open their
eyes,and see what I see.
I want for my life to just
be done,I am tired of
wondering which way
I should run.
There are many people
who love me no doubt,
but if they lived what I lived,
they to would want out.
I've tried to figure out why
people do what they do,
but I know someday soon
it will all be through.
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