A Teenage Death
The feelings of emptiness are starting to take control,
The condescending voices are finally taking their toll,
wishing once again, I would wake up dead.
Baby, I started to cut again to cope with the pain,
Strangely beautiful watching my blood wash down the drain.
But covering up my scars, gives me a constant dread.
I started to drink again to rid my mind of my troubles
leaving my “flawless” skin and innards in rubble.
Can’t you see, baby, I am fucked in the head.
No one wants to take their time with me,
I am worthless and that is quite easy to see,
I will load my gun with that heavy lead.
Put the cold barrel against my temple and scream,
My face covered in tears and mascara, it will gleam.
I keep replaying all the awful things you said.
I do not belong here,
I am nothing to you or anyone else, my dear.
Please do not pretend to be sad—I am dead.
