Last thought of a suicidal teenager

Broken, numb, hurting inside
Wondering if im still alive
screaming louder with every breathe
Knowing that im close to death
This is what I wanted. so why does it hurt?
Soon i'll be buried under the dirt
Leaving this sick world behind
out of sight, out of mind
But will I hurt, when im dead and gone?
It doesn't matter, I can't go on
If they follow me, they'll burn too
The fires will get my memories of you
Much won't change, im trading Hell for Hell
I'll always be this empty shell
I gave up, so call me a wimp
But don't you dare cry when my body goes limp.