I hate my life I wish it would end

I have no one I can truely call a friend

Through all good and the bad

Living is what really makes me sad

I sit all alone in my bed

With nothing but my wrists covered in red

I wonder if I will ever go a day feeling happy

When everyday I start to feel crappy

People constantly tell me not to kill myself

But I don't think that's something that can be helped

I just felt like typing this up for some reason..idk