Will I be Missed?

People tear me down,
telling me I'm a waste of breath.
I know it's true. I live a lie.
Can you hear me cry?
Take a gun, put it to
my head, pull the trigger.
No one will care, because no one
sees me. Nobodys there.
All acting like I never existed.
they don't hear my cries and screams of pain.
If they see me, I'm trapped in the eyes of hatred.
I look up as I sit against this wall,
In the pouring rain soaked, cold, bleeding, and left alone
Have a knife? do you hate me? No hesitation. If
your ready, then make me pay for everyday
I took a breath,
For every moment
of life i have left.
Rid me of my misery, leave me here.
Ignore me bleeding and praying.
No one hears my screams. Not even in
Silent momments. I cry silent
whispers of agony
"If someone hears, and if
Someone cares..
Help me have atleast ONE
reason. to be missed"