Knife to Neck

How I see,
How I react,
How I do,
Everything I do.
They are always making fun of me.
They push me down,
Make me feel worthless.
I have no reason to be alive.
Why am I still here?
Slitting my wrists,
The only way I feel pleasure.
I'll take this knife to my neck,
Maybe I'll lay in a tub of hot water,
Bleed out until I am out.
Maybe I'll slit my wrists as well.
I'll be happy son enough.
Locking the door behind me,
I start up the water.
I hold tightly onto my knife.
Stripping down to my bare body.
I slide into the boiling hot water.
Not flinching once,
I cut my wrists.
Beautiful crimson,
It pours out of my body.
I go for my neck.
But before I get there,
I feel my body go limp,
Darkness.
Bright light.
I look around.
I'm at a funeral.
Everyone is crying.
I wonder who died.
Going to the casket,
I look.
A familiar body lays there.
She looks as if all her blood had been drained.
Her wrists had been slit.
"I hear she was found in the bathroom,
Dead before they got to her."
Memories of that night,
They flash in my head.
That girl is me.
I only thought about mean things.
I didn't think about loves ones.
Now their tears are falling for me.
Was death really worth it?