My suicide note.

by amanda   Feb 10, 2006


I spend everyday of my life,
wishing i were dead,
with pain engraved into my soul,
and suicide in my head.

I spend everyday of my life,
cutting to see it bleed,
knowing if i cut deep enough,
dead i will soon be.

I spend everday of my life,
looking into the past,
with pain tearing into my heart,
that pain will always last.

I spend everyday of my life,
Thinking of what hell im going through,
how no matter how hard i tried,
it was never good enough for you.

I spend everyday of my life,
wondering what you would say if one day i wasn't there,
And here i stand with the knife,
Taking my last breath of air.

So in case you haven't noticed,
This poem that i wrote,
Is indeed to you,
my suicide note.

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