The fact

I hate the fact that I'm always wanting to die!
I can't stop crying.
I feel so small.
I'm put into my place, no one can bear to see my face.
I've worked hard to help out but everything I do Doesn't help!
I'm so worthless and I don't want to live!
Tonight I cry into my pillow because there is no reason for me to live.
I cry so easily I wish I could be set free.
I'm in this world alone.
While others sit on their high throwns because I'm so worthless.
I hate to live with others who hate to give,You give back this is a sure truly    fact.
But as I lay here in bed I dream of death and angels who dance through out my head.
My depression is becomming worse.
I hate being all butt hurt.
But some times I feel I have to hide my dignity and my pride in what I do and I  always look up to you!
But you hurt  me now I'm drawn to the thoughts of hate and fear but I shead more than just one tear.
But I could never think about why I hold you so close.
You piss me off so much I just want to slit my throat.
No knife around what should I do?
I have no chance to get rid of the pain when I'm still alive.
So,I cry so hard to make it go away.
But I can't because being where Iam.
I'm to confortable to go away.
I slit my wrista so deep I can see my bone and my veins and who gives a fuck when a fuck like me has a need.
When I cut so deep I start to bleed.
As the blood runs fast I feel myself giving up.
I will never cry one tsalty tear but blood I shed until the mists of death draws me near!
But still not knowing where to go life is so hard but to respect me as if I'm yours because your the one on that step knocking so hard at the door.
Thinking to yourself, "Are you going to survive tonight!"
or with out any notice I will hold a grudge against you.
My blood begins to dry.
I'm half way dead.
My tears are still running.
I think of the thoughts running threw out my head.
I see the scabs should I pick them or not?
I'm so close to death I never forgot!
I can't decide.
I will never move on in life until I can feel pain.
I hate the fact that I'm always wanting to die!
I can't stop crying.
I feel so small.
I'm put into my place no one can bear to see my face.