The death of me

THE DEATH OF ME

I am sitting in my room and I
only think about you how do I
go on with my broken heart how
do I go on when everything I
am it torn apart, I have 3 ways
out because I cant take it no
more I have the pills and I have
the gun and of course my lovely
knife and if you guessed that I
picked the knife you were surely
right because I want my death to
be painless and that’s what my
knife does for me, so here we
go tonight is the night and with
my knife I will cut and slice my
wrist open till I bleed and till no
more blood comes out, this
will so be the death of me

~Ashleigh~