The pain is too much to take,
physical or mental.
Punched and beaten,
called rude names,
ignored.
The ones that are supposed to protect me,
help me,
don’t.
They pretend that nothing is wrong,
or that I deserve it.
Forced to stumble along a lightless path,
day in,
day out.
Pain, loneliness, grief,
are in my eyes.
I can see it,
but no one else does.
The dark bruises are scattered everywhere,
yet they go unnoticed.
If someone had seen,
had cared,
had fixed my situation,
had stopped me,
would I still be here?
I can’t deal with this anymore,
the pain,
the despair.
No more will I suffer.
Will they,
my peers,
care that I’m gone?
Probably not,
I doubt it.
Why should they?
After all,
I’m unwanted by society.
I am alone,

always was,
always will be.
Now it ends,
the pain is not more.


No one should go through life feeling scared,
feeling depressed,
feeling helpless.
Everywhere,
there are victims of an everyday problem,
where the solution seems plain and simple.
To them,
death is everlasting,
peaceful,
the only way out,
the only escape.
Rest in peace poor soul,
life was too short,
too painful.
Your death was an untimely end.

Suicide is not the answer.