My body is weak, and just to sore..
I can't take this anymore..
I sit here with a knife
wanting to take my own life,
That night i took my life
with that sharply bladed knife,
by the blood of my dead body, near the stained coat,
came a note..
Here ends the life on Me...
All this hatred over powered who I was, and I couldn't be set free..
I really wish there was another way. I'm sorry, but today just had to be the day for my life to end..
I'm done playing pretend..
