Doomed

Bury me in a ditch,
Slice open my wrists,
There's a definet no,
To ever noticing I'm gone,
No one will care,
I'm just a rude bad kid,
Out of all those others,
Who actual are understood,
And get noticed in a good way.

Sitting in church class,
My teacher says suicide is a sin,
That it's murder,
Because we, ourselves, are God's children,
But I don't think that matters,
I was born outta Hell,
There isn't a speck of heaven,
Tainting this night black soul,
So her speech didn't worry me,
I was doomed from the beginning.