judged by society

to many times things went wrong,
why should i bother going on?

theres nothing left to keep me here
im exited inside, i feel no fear.

why feel scared when ill leave this place
i wasnt much anyways, only a crying face.

i remember sitting in the street
no one cared

tears rolled down my face
everyone stared.

but they didnt notice,
the blood on the floor.

nor my small grin
i didnt care anymore.

i could feel my self slipping away,
cut my wrist open }
and let my blood drain.