Regreting what i had done
I'm sat here with a bloody knife in hand
I hold my wrist
Try to stop the blood
Buts its to late
I can feel the life seeping away
Im growing weaker and weaker
I try to scream for help
But my voice goes unheard
My life is about to end
And its all my fault
I feel the darkness growing around me
My eyes are getting heavy
With my final words i leave this message
''As i leave this place i have visions of a better place but i fear this is just another misconception''
