Gone

I'm thinking of suicide,
its got to be better that this,
i don't have any pride,
for me hell will be bliss,

i nearly stepped in front of that car,
but i didn't have the courage,
i guess there's just a small part,
of me that would rather jump off a bridge,

I'm here with this blade,
its getting deeper and deeper,
if only he would have stayed,
i wouldn't be seeing this grim reaper,

its getting colder now,
every wheres going white,
i do understand now,
but I'm already losing my sight!

*Michelle*