as i sit here on my bed
i wonder and gather all the thoughts in my head.
thinking as hard as i could
if i really really would
put an end once and for all to my suffering.
i pick up my knife 
and i can feel it dragging and tearing 
my flesh.
as i watch myself bleed
and loving every second of it
i watch the blood from my veins
drip off my wrist.
im thinking of all the mistakes ive made
and leting out all the hate.
all the hate inside of me
the hate towards myself
the hate that just could be
the hate that could kill me.