My Last suicide©

I dont know why
these haunt my nights
these memories of my past
I'm losing all my fights

I hold up a pretty razor
cut till my past goes away
let the blood flow and fall
try to live throught the next day

I'm getting nervous
will I ever be the same
the past haunts me
and the razor calls my name

My idea and dreams
are so dreaded and sick
as I hold up the gun
I should make this quick

I write you a pretty letter
telling you my quick good-byes
telling you I'm sorry
pulling the trigger and closing my eyes