My Epitaph...

Tears rolling down my eyes.
But nobody can hear my soft and desolate cries.
Pain has striken my heart.
Torn me and my world apart.
Living nothing more then a lie.
I think of how much i want to die.
I start to play with the blade on my knife.
And wonder how and when i will end my life.
The blade is cold.
This morose feeling has gotten old.
I pray to god for forgivness and mercy on my soul.
As the tears in my eyes start to roll.
Down my cheek on my face.
I\'m ready to leave this dark place.
Onto a place of purity.
A place where i can be free.
I stab the knife into the chest.
I lay myself down to rest.
The pain hurts so bad i can\'t take anymore.
i watch the blood spill onto the floor.
I find it odd that i can\'t feel the pain.
But yet i can lay here and watch the blood drain.
I feel the blood in the back of my head.
For the longest time i think i am dead.
My consciencness will come and go.
Where i am i don\'t know.
I hear the words \"CLEAR.\"
I wake up in a hospital and don\'t know how i got here.
All my friends and family are all around.
I ask them where they came from and they said i was on the ground.
They took rushed me in.
My blood was so thick it was stain\'d into my skin.
Before i know it i go to sleep with a sigh.
God knows how good it feels to be alive...