My last words

Who can i talk to i have nobody to See. or maybe i just don't want anybody to see me.

I'm tired of this crap wishing i could go back undoing whats been done.

now I'm the one who's hurting wile you have her.wishing wanting to die as more and more tears poor from my eyes

please somebody save me the razors at my wrists,so much pressure to do what I'll regret.

look now see what you've done do you get it now if you don't i cant see how.

its to late you cant save me now. you cant even save me from myself.your to late and you know why this letter is my last good-bye.