one choice

feeling dark and unwanted like a loaded gun 

its good for many reasons but the purpose is one

to live or to die oh what do i choose?

for whatever i may pick i got nothing to loose

you said i was fine it was all in my head

but you gave me a gun and said i wish you were dead

you kicked me and broke me till i was nothing right there

the scars on my wrist the people just stare

they laugh and shove and say they kid around

but thats not what my bruises say from being pushed to the ground

you said i was strong and beautiful and kind

but im telling my story read on if you dont mind

i dont know why they do this but ive had enough

its time to stand up and time to be tough