Suicidal

I never thought it would come to this
I dream about getting hit by a car
I think of jumping
I ponder about popping pills.
Every day, I'm planning my death;
In my head
Where no one will notice
The dark, gruesome inner thoughts lurking within me.
Why do I feel like this? No one cares.
I can't be saved now.
I'm dead inside.
Tonight is the night
As they say,
My wrists are too scarred
My mind is too damage.
I want this,
I need this.
With the rope around my neck,
I jump
And hang, mid-air
It's finally come to the end.