as i lay here on my bed
i think of all the pain that u given me
i think of all the hatred that u made me feel,
i slowly creep down stairs,
and grab the thick sharp knife
cannot stop me know for after this it is all over,
tears of sorrow spill down my cheek,
but its the hatred that keeps me going,
i put the knife tightly in my fist
as it glides slowly down my wrists,
all the blood pours down my arm
and all the pain suddenly drifts away,
my mind goes blank, i have no fear,
for i only want to disapear,
its is all too late you cant stop me now,
i wonder were i will go after this .....
probably to HELL.
