Suicide

The thought starts as a simple question. Is this what my life is? It progresses to a more in depth sense of who would even miss me? Then you remember the years of abuse, was that your fault? Did you really choose that to happen to you? Well it went for a while but now its back with a vengeance. It must be something about ME. I must be wanting this to happen, you think. Then your brain goes on a downward spiral. You tell yourself that you mean nothing to no one. Otherwise they would notice the difference in your mood and temper. Those people that should know me, Don't! They ignore me, they don't ask how are you, they don't say what you up to. Why? Because they know as you do now that your worthless, you achieve nothing in your life and never will. Your still the wee freak you thought you were all them years ago. Folk say its the cowards way! Have they tried it? I doubt it, I have. If situation was different. I'd already have tried again. Life holds us In unusual ways We want to run Be free from it all Responsibilities woah so rough Wish I could just go To that tree I selected Jump over them rocks and let it all GO