Death n hate.

The anger,
The pain,
The hate,
The darkness inside,
They are rising inside me,
To the level i carnt take no longer.

I sit in my room in the pitch black,
Thinking about why i am feeling these feeling,
I carnt work out why,
I carnt stop thinking about it.

Sometimes i get a knife,
I cut in deep,
The blood comes out and drips on the floor.

I decide that i want to die quick,
I go for my gun,
Make sure its loaded,
Aim it at my head,
And my life is taking at the end of my 9mil.