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Don't Cry For Me,I'm Already Dead.

Hello there,person in the mirror.
The girl with the brown,flowing hair.
The girl with the dark green eyes.
How do you feel?

How do you feel?

You know what I feel?
Worthless.
Unloved.

I get bullied day after day.
I go through the same old life,day after day.
I want to end it all.

Girl in the mirror,how?
How do you wish to end it all?
What is your plan?

What is your plan?

What's my plan?
I'll do what I always do.
Watch as the red liquid pour from my blue veins.
Clutch the silver in my hand,and press it against my smooth skin.
In the dark of the night,when no one will see.
And no one will hear.

Do you wish to be saved?
Do you want to be saved?

Do you want to be saved?

I don't want to be saved.
I don't wish to be saved.

What if you were though?
What would you do,what would you say?

What would you say?

I'd tell them why,why I want it to end like this.
I'd tell them,I'm done with the same old routine.
Tell them,I'm done with the constant bullies.
Tell them,I'm done with my life.

So,you've planned it all.
Why wait?

...

This poem.
This is how I feel right now,I've had a horrible day.I've been contemplating suicide since breaktime.
I just..
I need some people to talk to.
I want someone to talk to,to be there at the end of it all.
I need someone,to help me through it all.
If you want to help in any way,shape or form I'm all ears.
But,this could well be..
My last night on earth..