One cut

I think about it often, suicide I mean. I think about how it could take away all my problems, and create new ones of it's own. But I wouldn't have to deal with those problems because I would be gone. I wonder if any one would miss me, I doubt it very seriously. The pain I have inside me grows worse with each coming day. O how close I have came to ending it all these past few days.Sometimes I wonder why I have lasted this long, and the truth is I really don't know. Suicide maybe selfish, but it's the only way out for me. So with one simple cut and as my breaths growing fainter, I feel relieved that now my pain is gone.