The pain of life is too much.
I can't take it anymore!
As my parents continue,
I run to my room,
And lock the door behind me.
I fell to the grounf crying,
Not knowing what to do.
My blurry eyes scanned the room,
And fell upon my good old friend,
The Razor.
I crawled from my door to my desk,
And grabbed that already bloody blade.
I push up my sleve on my left wrist,
To expose my scarred arm.
Wipping the last but of tears out of my eyes.
I brought the blade to my arm.
The cold blade slit accress my warm skin,
Deep crimson poured out of my wound.
I put the razor down and sat back,
Watching the clock ticking.
I pulled sheet out of my notebook,
Then grabbedmy pen.
Knowing they won't care,
I just wrote GoodBye.
I placed it n the middle of the room,
And laied beside it.
Watching the ceiling fan spin,
I slowly grew weak.
Was this what i wanted?
For is all to end like this?
No,
But I made my mistake.
With the last energy I had,
I closed my eyes,
And took a deep breath.
Knowing it would be my last.
Slowly I slipped away from life,
Into the darkness.
The darkness where I will forever sleep.

 
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