Maybe tonight will be the night,
that i end my entire life,
with just my favourite shiny knife,
who would ever know,
who would even care,
would someone even notcie,
that if one day i was never there,
nobody can see me anyway,
whats the point going on,
i find it hard to cry,
its as if its impossible,
ive shed so many tears,
that its as if im all dryed up,
my soul is too broken,
shatterd into a million peices,
too small to ever peice together,
if you shed a tear for me thankyou,
but dont shed anymore,
because of this im finnally free......
