The end.

Have you ever felt like dying, hoping not to relive the regrets of yesterday all over again. Praying to god that you make it through today's of yesterday. Stuck in this pathetic life, baring the scars on your wrist as you watch the crimson red liquid. Not caring or scared of dying praying it happens quick. A bullet, a razor blade, or that nasty pill taste. Did her boyfriend break up with her? Did she buy or steal that gun, did nobody see the writing on the wall. They all blame themselves for what you have become as they cry over your stiff pale body. cold as ice, if only they knew how well that sufficed. Not worrying of being damned she already was from the day it begun when she began to feel unwanted. Unloved and hated, stupid girl you should've known its just a re-run. So bare with my content soul as I lay peacefully into the ground. Being the happies iv ever been as I silenced those voices inside my head. this is the end.