Suicide

I have these thoughts of suicide,
of hating myself and just wanting to die.
I sit alone at night,
trying not to give uo this fight.

I take this knife in my hand,
and really wonder if i can.
Can i really end it now?
If I could, would I know how?

I hate the pain that you have caused me,
why can't you let my soul be free.
I now have nobody to turn to,
I thought i did, and i thought it was you.

I gues everybody was right about you,
the trust you gave was never true.
I knew you turn your back on me,
I knew that you would let me be.

Now I don't trust anyone,
and now my life is no more fun.
My life is full of misery,
why does this life have to be such s mystery.

Maybe I'll just end it now,
and now i finally know how.
I'll take this knife and slice my wrist,
as i hold your heart in my clenched fist....