How I Died

People feel this.

I walk at the streets

of what I thought was home.

My mind plays with reality,

trees turn to friends, the clouds entertain me.

I learnt to hate life.

My friends look sad

My family converse with thin air,

It's all because of me.

People start to notice my scars.

I hide it, but their eyes can tell.

People try to get my attention

They ask what they already know.

I lock my room,

Music fills my inside

Voices echo,

Blood drips from the walls.

We die every day. 

We sometimes live,

I point the gun in my head.

I close my eyes goodbye.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading