something i wrote last night, when i was feeling super-down.

[snuggles]

it's not good enough to dignify my suicide, so if i do kill myself i should write another one.  elizabeth's suicide note was better than mine.

What's the point of living now,
when life has gone awry?
Why should I lie on my bed,
and wonder if I'll cry?

This world's a place of wrath and tears;
why shouldn't I seek an end?
My school just called me crazy
and I still don't have a friend.

I may be smart, but lacking will
I won't go very far.
You saw that shit the week
I got run over by a car.

If only I could say I was
the master of my fate;
Maybe then I wouldn't be
the girl I've grown to hate.

Surely you will understand
this suicide is
not your fault.
It may not be ideal, but I'm
not strong enough
to be John Galt.

<3, broken girl