I am not joking, I might just leave soon

Untitled Part 7

I'm so tired of trying 

Nobody listens to me

I wish I could stop hiding

But the only other option I have is fighting

If I speak up

I'm just an asshole kid

And nothing changes

Will you read this when I'm gone?

Or just deny it?

I think I need help

Not from you,

A razor,

The chemicals on that shelf,

Or even myself

Because I'll just end up dead