Sitting here at home
Writing my suicide poem
Letting everyone know
He called me a H*e
You see I am doing this for love
Because I can not be happy enough
Without him all I feel is pain
This razorblade cutting my vein
I wonder how much longer
I can sit and ponder
Thinking about the past
And wondering why it did not last
So goodbye to everyone
Without me in life, you will have fun!
Just remember these words...
"I loved him till the end"
