Death for Me?:

I feel my heart begin to bust,

because of the hate inside.

The hate for me and my fate,

so ugly I want to die.

Shall I kill myself,

to lose my hatred,

to lose my fate,

to lose everything inside?

One life shall not matter,

it would be for the better,

because no one would care for me.

Not one person would shed a tear,

and I fear.

I feel great dispair,

because I'm so very scared.

Scared of not being a friend,

not being much more.

All I can do is ask for a favor...

Would you help me die?