:+:The End:+:
The red tears from not my eyes
from my arm the knife rise
kitchen knife red on the table
feeling as if i try
I'll be able
my wrist are cut air goes in
it is closer to the end
the bottle there on the floor
pills in my mouth i run for the door
my stomachs becoming very ill
my body can't even feel
I'm so scared i feel so numb
because i know the end will soon come
my breath's are shorter
clock thicks past a quarter
closing my eyes i feel so true
when before i was so blue
i lay here y the bend
here it comes THE END.