My Final Decision
I come to speak, that I have made a decision,
that My life isn't worth living,
Everyone seems to be giving up,
Only because I see no hope,
I cry to myself, deep inside,
I can't understand why I am still alive,
I regret making it to age sixteen,
I don't have anyone to be a part of me,
I wish Death would greet me soon,
To bring me down, to everlasting doom,
I so deeply believe in my decision,
that my life is never worth living,
I scream and I cry,
Just waiting for the moment I do die,
I understand many people lie,
When they direct their lie to me, it crushes me on the inside,
Feeling utterly weak and feeling afraid,
I now pray that Death would take me away,
All the cuts on my arms and legs,
Will never be enough, I can do more,
Even the one on my wrist,
Witch was meant to finish me off,
I guess it didn't do the job,
Resorted to my last goal,
That is my decision,
That I am not worth living.