Keep quiet

Death

I'm thinking about it right now....
Death.
It's be so easy.
No one needs me.
No one wants me.
I make my mother cry.
She constantly asks,
"What happened to that sweet little girl."
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
I just want to cut,
And die,
And just say goodbye.
I'm sick and tired of this world.
I know they'll forget about me.
I don't matter.
Why act like I do.
You never trust me.
Never.
So why not?
Why don't I just make it one less thing to worry about?
I'm getting in trouble at school.
I make your life harder.
So why not end it?
I want to die. So bad.
I'm crying.
I'm just tired of the pain.
I'm tired of being judged.
I'm tired of being me.
Just trust me.
And maybe I might not be this way.
I just want to die.
Let me die.
Kill me already.
Death is waiting on me.
I don't like to keep people waiting.
KILL ME IM READY TO DIE.
This world is horrible.
This might be my last chapter.
This might be my lat day alive.
Goodbye.