I wrote this the other day when I was rather depressed. I don't know.. it's not very long.. and probably not very good. I wrote it at like 2 in the morning.

Unwanted

Cut yourself deep.
Watch the blood slip down the drain.
Watch your life slip away from you.
Does it matter?
No.
You're not wanted.
You're not loved.
The whole world shouts at you:
"Die! Die! No one wants you around. You'd be more use dead!"
So you are acting upon what they want.
You took that old razor.
You cut yourself deep.
Now you're taking in your last breath..
Thankful for the death that follows.