At the Age of 18

How do I say this?
I hate you,
I really do.
For all the shit you’ve put me through.
Did you hear that?
Your ‘sorrys’ mean nothing to me.

I feel so insecure,
Insignificant,
Unwanted.
My only wish,
To disappear,
Leave this place forever.

What you don’t know,
I’m not happy being me.
You don’t see clearly
The pain behind my eyes,
The unshed tear
I wish I could cry.

Forever is too short a time
To make me change my mind,
I won’t see you again.
You’ll see me in the papers
As the girl who took her life
At the age of 18.