I just want to die

Sometimes I cry
And I don't know why
I ask my friends
But they don't understand
I just want to die

I write poetry in the middle of the night
And I never start a fight
I eat waffles for lunch
And in my seat I hunch
I just want to die

While my friends are all whining
I'd rather be dying
The Reaper would take me away
And the Devil would take my soul and pay
I just want to die

And when the idea popped in my head
To cut my wrists instead of trying to be dead
I did it for a few more years
And it got rid of all my fears
I just want to die

When my Mom found out
She wanted to shout
But she made a deal
And she knows how I feel
I just want to die

I switched from my wrists to my legs
My memories were so vague
I kept my style
And it lasted awhile
I just want to die

My life was an abyss, that was dark and cold
There's an afterlife for the good, or so I've been told
God barely answers my prayers, and I feel like an invisible cat
So as my memories and I begin to fade, I decide that
I just want to die.