Losing My Mind

I stand here all alone.
So lifeless, yet I really feel done.
I brought the true me into this life.
The only thoughts I have is a gun & knife.
Still death is upon us.
People make life a big old fuss.
All I do is stand here. I'm going to die right over there.
We can cry our eyes out.
Blood on my fist, which I use to knock someone out.
I'm most wanted for killing my dad.
Now, everything I knew, is really going bad.
Holding into this dark world, while I just run away.
Couldn't stop, but just keep on running for days.
Just going to stand here, and try to hold my breath.
At anytime, I will have my death.
Now, couldn't bare it, but to find a broken knife.
Put it through my chest, just ending my life.