I am ready to be dead,
I could just take this gun to my head.
But instead, I am here with this knife.
Because I can take no more of this strife.
I am here waiting to die.
I just don't want people to cry.
It keeps replaying in my head.
The more it does, the more I dread.
All of the things I have done.
Most of them were not fun.
I am ready to be dead.
And that's all that I could have said.
