I'm done; I give up

I'm done I give up. I've run out of things to try. I used to think blood was the answer; maybe it would make life and me even, but I've now realized that I was wrong. The blood I've paid has yet to ease the agony of life. I've written suicide notes countless times but the words never seem to come out right. So I'm done. I give up. I no longer have the willpower to fight through life.

I'm done... I give up..... And I'm sorry.