With my last breath i whisper to myself,
'this is a world i am glad to be rid of, for my presence was just a waste of space.'
and now that my last words have been said,
my last action will speak louder then any words ever will,
so with all the aggression i jab the razor into my wrist,
and slowly make a line down my wrist then across,
then once more across,
and watch as the red blood drips on the the floor,
i notice I'm getting dizzy and light headed very quickly,
i make my way over to my bed and lay down,
pull my legs to my chest and wrap my other arm around my legs,
and lay my bloody arm out across my bed,
i stare as i slowly lose my self in the only kind of world i have ever known,
the world of nothing but pain and darkness,
with the last few seconds i have left awake,
i notice its the happiest i have ever been,
and with that thought,
i die with a smile on my face,
and the simple fact that i have picked the right choice in my mind.
