Wach It Rot

As i sit and i wounder
I see i made another blunder,
As i get ran in to the ground
i found these sounds of hate, pain, and suffering wont seem to leave my head. Everything painted red, stabbed in the back and they sit there and hack away at my life. I need to find my knife and end it all i am not ment to be in for this long hall. I'll end it here, just remember never to have any fear, and you'll be just fine with out me, Don't try and save me I'm already dead.