My perfect suicide note....

Cutting, seeing, crying, needing.
running backwards, falling down.
loving, trying, wrists still bleeding,
looking always, never found.
praying, dying, will they miss me?
just one more pill could end it all.
just one more cut, just one inch deeper.
but something always comes to call.
helpless, lying, on the floor now, my broken soul here left to rot.
and still my final dying thought is,
f**k the world and thanks alot.