( this is a old poem of mine)
Life has become to hard
I feel worthless, Unappricated
I have no meaning
why am i even here?
I am alone, depressed, suicidal
I am in my darkest hour
I want to take a knife
and hold it to my throat
slide it deep and slow
across my tender throat
I feel the blood slide down
my neck, my chest
I fall to the ground
I lay still
I feel the sensation of peace
blackness surrounds me
sounds become distant
my rapid breathing begins to slow
my heart is almost non exsistant
my soul rasies from my body
I feel light, happy , complete
death has dawn
death is my savour
I am now at peace
