The End

Here I am, staring at the sharp knife that would make it all end,
There is nothing that can stop me,
Nothing that will make this broken heart mend…
I have gone through so much in my life,
Hating everyone I see,
Fitting in is something for which I strive…
But no one ever accepts me,
To everyone I am nice,
Why, why can’t anyone see who I am, clearly?
In return, I get no love…only a heart made of ice
That is why I am making this decision to end all,
For me in this life, there is no use,
Unless someone can help me, I feel so small…
I cannot take this horrid abuse,
If you want to help, please look me in the eye,
And say with gentle words “I need you, I love you, please don’t die”…
Created by: Kathy