The girl who wished for death
My name is Laura I am 16
I don’t think I’ll make it to 17
Every day I wish for death
Using my last and only breathe
I never really had a life
I was a girl who loved to play with a knife
People laughed when I sat and cried
They never really understood that I wanted to die
I lay here tonight with a new plan to say goodbye
I only hope it succeeds so I can be way up high
Away from all the pain and hurt of the earth
Humans make me regret my own birth
So as I write this poem by myself
I hope to god you think to yourself
I am the reason she is no longer here
I pushed her over the edge because of her fear
But I know deep down no one will care
I’m useless, ugly, vile and unwanted to be fair
Every tear drop that runs down your cheek
Just remember I am here in your heart whenever you become weak
All I want from the bottom of my heart
Is to be laid to rest and no longer fall apart
I was raped at 16 by my own friend
And I was always forced to overextend
So when I am found lying motionlessly no longer in pain
Lay me to rest in the beautiful falling rain.
