The End

by Chelsea King   Sep 28, 2009


I can not stand this
All the pain that i feel
From sickness to depression
Along with hate and fear

I try to stay strong for many people in my life
but my patience is growing thin and i just can not take it
I think it would just be best for me to pick up that knife
put it to my wrist and say good-bye

My friends and my family would be better off
without me in their like to hold them all back

So this is the end, the end of it all
I will help everybody by ending my life
Once that is done then they can live in peace
Without me in their way without shedding a tear

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