I know life will be,
Happier without me,
all I do is cause pain and sufferage,
I have no meaning on this earth,
No reason to live,
So I take the razor,
and slide it across my wrist,
Im finally relieved,
When the blood starts to flow,
Because I know,
This will be over soon,
The Moment comes tward,
Thoughts start to rush,
"Is this really it"
"So this is how it will end"
I prepair for the final moment..
then all I do is,
Fade away......
