Untitled Poetry

The wall becons me.
"Smack your head once more!"
I wish the tears would stop.
So I listen to the fucking whore.

The razor screams at me.
"Slice your wrist agian, agian!"
I want the hurt to end.
So I add physical pain.

The rope yells at me.
"Just tie me like this!"
I wanna die.
So I do just this.

Objects are screaming.
I keep on crying.
My sleep comes barly.
I keep hopeing I'm dieing.

My cheeks always wet.
My arms always scratched.
My life is lonly,
Because my door is always latched.

No one can get close to me.
Never agian.
No more people to hurt me.
No more people to cause pain.

I hope they bury me nice.
A black and brown coffin.
On the top a cover.
With a note and a pin.

The last words I ever wrote.
The flowers will be spread.
All because I slit agian.
All because I smacked my head.

What does the note say you ask?
What were my last words ever written?
My small will to my friends.
One last poem to the parent.

So go ahead and cry.
Tear up for me.
Always remember though.
I watch from above thee.