As I lay here in my own puddle of blood,
I start to go into a deep sleep.
I see my whole life flash before my eyes.
There's distant voices in the background.
They try to save me, but it's no use.
I'm already gone.
Why can't they understand that this was what I wanted.
Maybe if my life was different, I would still be alive.
I'm already gone, but the memories that I left behind will always be there.
This is how I really feel about my life right now, but I would like everyone to read it, vote and make any comments they like.
