My Final Choice

As I sit here reminiscing
Of bad times passed
I have to make a choice
I sit here with a knife
In my hand deciding
I try to remember the good times,
But there are none all I have
Is bad memories
My parents never loved or cared for Me, I had no friends to
Comfort me, I was abused
I make the choice
I put the cold steel to my wrist
Just then I hear the door open Downstairs
I take one last look at my suicide
Note
The pic of my family is right next To it
I made a swift movement across My wrist
The blood slowly begins to poor Out of my veins
As I lay back dying, I start to fell Sorry for myself, but it's to late Now
I know I am going to Hell for my Choice
I begin to feel weak
I close my eyes and let the Darkness wash over me

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