Staring at my reflection in the mirror, br Hating everything I see, br Wishing I was someone else, br Wishing someone was there for me. br The feeling of lonliness, neglect, and rejection, br Has finally reached my full attention. br br I'm living a life with no purpose or appeal, br This nightmare that I'm having is actually real. br Walking into my room, I see sharp objects not being used, br I pick one of them up & start to abuse. br br I'm slashing my veins with a razorblade, br Watching the blood fall to the floor, br The pain is unbearable and my breathing has stopped, br As I crash into the door. br br I collapse in the cold blood that once filled my wrisits, br Lying there dead with a limp body, br Giving death a kiss. br br Suicide gave me everything I wanted, br It gave me recognition from the people who neglected.