Teenaged Suicide

Alone here I sit.
In my room.
Razorblade in hand.
Never thought I would ever try to be a statistic.
How pathetic I have become,
As I begin to cut.
No one will ever love me
the way I long to be loved.
As I continue to cut.
I will never figure out how to fix my mistakes.
So Mom will miss me,
and Dad too.
Maybe a few friends.
But then if I do this,
I let them win.
The Demons in my mind.
Taking control.
I let them win.
The people that loathe my existance.
I won't let them win.
Im so much better.
In time the cuts will heal
and I wont be this girl again.