Lying on the ground.
No voices around.
A knife in my hand
Thinking o man o man.
When i started, i thought just another cut.
I never knew it would come to this.
I wonder if i will even be missed.
What about all my friends?
Will they miss me or will they dis me?
My blood is quickly pouring out.
And then i realize without a doubt.
This is the end. The day that i die. So i love you and good bye.
