Life in My Shoes

Bruises

When I'm in the shower,

I look at my wrists,

A cut, a bruise, a balled up fist,

I wish my life would just be done,

I also wish I had a gun,

Oh wait...I found one,

In the drawer,

One bullet, two bullet, three bullet, four,

I guess it's time to do it now,

Before it's too late and I get a frown,

I write a letter to my family,

Saying I love them and I'm in agony,

I will miss you will all my heart,

Please don't forget me so we don't part,

Tell my friends I'm sorry I had to leave,

I just couldn't take it,

I needed help but nobody knew it,

Sure they saw I was sad,

But did they care? NO,

They asked if I was ok,

I said I was tired,

Tired of being pushed around,

Tired of being told I'm not good enough,

Tired of my so called friends going behind my back,

Tired of being me,

Tired of being the one who messes everything up,

But mostly, tired of being whom others wanted me to be,

I wanted to be the kid I knew I would be,

But I guess it's too late now,

There is no going back, I'm gone,

I will miss you all but this is it,

GOODBYE!!