My Pointless Life

If life was a clock, I'd wait for it to strike 12.
Then I could live peacefully, isolated from
everyone and everything that meant
something to me. Because the people
that hurt me are the ones who matter
the most. I just want to die. But I can't.
Every time I try, something comes and
saves me. But I don't want to be saved.
All I want, is to die! Please! I begged
the Reaper to come and take me. But
he refused. I tried to sell my soul to the
Devil, but he wouldn't take it because
it's too emotionally disturbed. What
am I to do? If I cannot die, then
what am I to live for? Friends?
Family? For the good of the
Earth? I don't know anymore.
So you know what I did?
I asked my friend to stab me
in th heart. She wouldn't do it.
I screamed. I screamed in pain.
It was a simple task that anyone
could do. Anyone could commit
suicide. Anyone, but me.
So that's my life story, I guess
you could call it...