Nickname: Idiot

Your name may mean 'beloved', but its a lie,
No one cares about you so please go away.
Everyone around you wants you to die,
Funny how you wanted to kill yourself every day.
Who was it that made you this way? Oh yes that guy,
Marcus Richardson who you swore to murder but you never will.
You have never even made an effort to try,
And when you attempt to it is only you who you kill.
First was the depression then came the suicidal thought,
Running away will never free you from your fears.
Everyone told you the truth and yet it wasn't what you sought.
You tried to find the lies buried so deep it freshened your tears.
You watched in horror as they lied to your face,
Saying you were smart and a good person, but you knew what was real.
So you ran away, trying to be gone without a trace,
But you made a pact with the darkness and made a raw deal.
Putting your life at such risk but you didn't care,
Downing all those pills with soda and feeling rushed,
A stomach ache for a week was the result of your stupid dare.
No matter how many times you cut your confidence was still crushed.
Just look at all your mistakes, oh how they rip you apart.
You live everyday knowing you can't go back in time.
Those memories you recall are is just one part,
You feel like everything you did should be a crime.
But just know, we are all really sick of you,
Why can't you get the courage to finally end your life?
I am just one of those people who speak the truth.
I hope my words have cut right through you like a knife.