Why I'm Dying 

If you want to know why I'm dying,
One reason is because my insides are crying,
I am killing myself slowly because I smoke,
My life, I think, you know is just a big joke,
I'm sad, lonely, depressed, and broken hearted too,
I act happy around everyone, although I'm blue,
I'm a loser, with a very small insufficient brain,
I live day to day with so much pain,
I want to die and end my horrible life,
I wish, right now, I had a very sharp knife,
All my memories are usually the bad ones,
I could end it all if I had a couple of guns,
In a couple of monthes, I will be killed,
Never again, from that day, to ever be thrilled,
My unforgiven sins won't help one bit,
I'm a puzzle piece that'll never ever fit,
I am belligerent, and my attitude profound,
When I die, I will most likely be hell-bound,
My shyness, fear of rejection and to fail,
All my sins will keep me from leaving Hell,
Life is my enemy, death is my best friend,
My best friend, and I, will soon unite in The End!