Now I'm dead

Sorry, this is a depressing poem. But hey, it helps me cope.

Now I'm dead inside

So much pain

So many times I've cried

Too much flame

Flame of anger

Flame of strife

Flame

Of pain

Now I'm dead inside

Because of so called "friends"

Because of constantly having to hide

Because of people who constantly condescend 

Please,

Let me hide away

Let me run away

Let me live again

At least let me be sane

Again

Now I'm dead

After so much

The choice was made

Based on so much

Now I'm dead

Because the gun

Has been pointed at my head

A bullet

Jacked into the chamber

The barrel

Against my skull

My finger

On the trigger

My goodbyes said

Now I'm dead

Away from the pain

As the bullet enters my head

Bang,

Now I'm dead