I have a
Noose
In my left hand.
And a 
Knife
In my right.
Silence the fools
Trying to change my mind.

Already dead,
Cold as 
Ice.
Blank expressions are what show on my
Face,
As I make the first
Slice.

Make it 
Fast.
Leave no room for
Regret.
Don't shed even one
Tear,
My soul has left.

When I die,
No one will remember my
Name.
I meant nothing to you,
There will be no
Shame.

I only tried to be the
Best.
So you could say you were
Proud.
But these are my last
Words,
So don't make a
Sound.

I wasn't 
P
E
R
F
E
C
T.
And for that I am 
S
o
R
R
Y.
Here in my own simple words,
I say my final
G
O
O
D
B
Y
E.