by Lovemylove Apr 3, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
I'm sick of all the pain I endure no one cares anymore so finally, I am done. I'm sick of your screaming, I'm even sick of your drinking. Finally I've gone off, and I'm not pushing myself back up not trying again I'm done so as I tie the rope to the tree tonight I smile because all of it will be over soon. I climb the tree, and put the rope around my neck, and without a last thought I jump, and I'm done. |