Note.

"Blood dripping down my wrists;
Going to my finger tips;
Tears streaming out of my eyes;
Mostly because all of your lies;
Hurting me won't give you fun;
I'll take the pain, I do not run;

And this is it,

I can't take it anymore,

I pack my things, and head for the door,

You slam it right in-front of me,

You slap me BAM, I'm on my knees,

Not asking for forgiveness;
Not saying a word;
Knowing that whatever I say will surly go un-heard...

And that is how I got here now, with this note and nuse, it wasn't worth all the pain, and Why hide from the truth?

Goodbye."

©

By::Me.