they tell me to die

They tell you to kill yourself, your a pile of filth, your nothing more than what you do, if only they knew, the pain your already in, your thoughts are already dim, youve already tried to leave, in this weave, of life, your just one of the strings that can be cut with a knife, to let your life go, although, you know your strong, it may be a hard and long, life where you just have to keep your head held high, its not your time to die, don't listen to them, your a beautiful jem, that needs to shine bright, in this light, your better than what they say, today will not be your last day, remember to look ahead, trust me beautiful you don't want to be dead, you have people who care, who are always there, for you when you need it the most, let's make a toast, to living on through this pain, and never let them rain, down upon you, it'll take time to heal through, all the pain you keep inside bottled up, your like a cup, once you get to full you spill over the side, everyone's blind, to what happens when you spill, its an over fill, of every emotion, its a commotion, when your all alone with that blade, you let it pierce your skin like the mid day, sun shining in your eyes, yet you think its still not goodbye.