my suicide

i gaze through the window a last time
watch the birds fly free
watch the trees sway in the gentle breeze
watch as the clouds go by
and the sun goes down
i see the last glimpse of freedom
looking down into my hands
i know i'll never be free
a tear escapes me
more fall down my cheek
the sharpness of this blade
it hits me
like the sharpness of their words
the stabbing hateful words
of those around me
i cant escape it
they'll never stop
i'll always be attacked for who i am
what i am
the way i dress
i start to pour this sweet sweet crimson
with this i know my end is near
i wont be scared anymore
i wont be hated anymore
the darkness overwhelms me
i meet my reaper. my end.