I Needed to Vent

Unalive

It hurts a lot to be alive,
At least it hurts me,
Everyday I am in pain, hoping to not live,
Hoping I will soon be free.

I hate this,
I hate this thing called living,
I wanna die now, I know I won't be miss,
Nobody will miss someone like me so I can continue with the killing.

My wrists being open and bleeding is what I wish,
Or a tall building to jump to my death,
Maybe another rope that resists,
I will take anything that ends in a painless way my breath.

Anything that kills me quickly will do it well,
I seek death even though it doesn't seek me back,
I try to unalive myself without saying a farewell,
Seeking to close my eyes and seeing for the rest of eternity black.