The Day Of My Death

I always wondered how it feels
to tear your wrists to see the red
when you see the liquid in real
and slowly the life is shed

i always wondered whats the taste
of thirty seven tabs in your mouth
should i take them in a haste
or one by one as i crouch

the pain has made me so hollow
still i do feel regret
for all the things i did
for all you'll never forget

i sacrifice it today
i'll tell myself,"its all a waste"
im already convinced, that i'll be ok
though,i dont know what the truth is

i hope there is no afterlife
else, i shall rott in hell
either way its my demise
i should'nt care to tell

so here i go
take a deep breathe
heading towards forever rest
no more pain or lies to shed.
This is the day
the day of my death

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Written by Wake