As i lay here,

all i think of is all the things

whispered in my ear.

all the voices of the people,

telling me i'm worthless,

ugly,

to just end it all…

And I believe

that the blade will work.

It’ll make me feel better.

.

.

.

Now It’s my only friend.

The one that doesn’t lie to me.

It calms me,

takes me away from my mind.

It carves the truth in my skin,

ugly,

hideous,

worthless,

everything I am.

.

.

.

I’m not worth the air,

If I just died,

no one would care.

Only my friend,

the blade to end it all.

.

.

.

We all know I won’t make it to heaven,

and neither will you.

So i guess,

See you in hell…