Suicide

I cant take it anymore...I cant take the pain..I cant take the presure...I cant take nobody there for me or having any friends...So I go in to the kitchen...grab the sharpest knife...go in my room and lock the door...Im sitting on my bed as i watch my blood drip down my wrist..its doesnt hurt..it feels nice..everything is starting to get dark...and i cant hear that much..now im laying on the floor dead..its to late for me to be saved...cuz im at a better place......