Reality strikes a cord.

What i thought was a good day,
Suddently goes astray.
My mother once was on my side.
But that was never to last.
She know i want to die.
She knows the thoughts that i think.
But yet when my sister makes fun of me.
She doesnt do a thing.
Actually let me change that,
She ndoes do something.
She makes fun of me also.
Then when i rebut,
She yells at me.
And tells me to go up stairs.
To get away from her.
Now i sit in my room.
In the corner of my bed.
Crying.
Looking for my razor.
Wondering where my lighter is.
Thinking of my camel crush.
Oh wait,
I hear a noise.
Oh,
Thats just my familiy down stairs.
Making fun of me.
Oh how i want to die.
I want these thoughts to go away.
I want to be away from this world.
I want these people to go away.
I dont want to be a bother any more.
I want to go away.
Why is my life like this?
Why am i so alone?
I only love certain people.
I only love certain things.
Why.
Why is my life like this.
Why do i want to die?
Its 5:57pm.
December 22, 2009.
I am 15 years old.
And i am ready to die.