Planned Out
I've got it all planned out.
How I'll do it
and where,
and when,
and everything.

I've been "fine"
Even though I'm really not!
These suicide thoughts,
I've denied them all from the start.

My baby blues all smeary and glazed over,
burn with a great passion.
I hate you all

I'm sorry that you think its funny,
my pain and all.
After all the years of crying.
What do you still do?
Laugh!
It's always funny to you huh

Is it finally my turn?
Oh thank goodness,
I've been waiting.
Knife, here I come.

The thoughts of leaving for good,
oh, it makes me happy.
Why do we stay on this earth?
Just so we can have pain and suffering?

It's not right,
We should all just die.
Oh me first please!

I'll slit my wrists,
at 1:30 a.m.
right outside of my place,
in front of the cops.

Just to show,
you all did this
and didn't even know