Notes To A Suicide At 16

At this age,what dreams have I left?
Nothing but emptiness
Blankness is my world
Darkness everyday
Living as to await for death
Nothing can hold me back now
In this world,I have live,
But only as a walking corpse
Crossing the road as if
It is always green
Nothing can stop me now
Only the one I treasure the most
I cannot put down
Which is why I am still living
But only to await for death
The devil has set up a trap
And I fall right into it
Emotionless in my own world
My only wish was for more courage
So that I may be brave enough
To end everything