My Final End

The day is coming,
for it to be my end,
I'm tired of lien
and have to pretend

Pretend like everything is fine,
and nothing is wrong,
But I'm tired of this,
its gone on for too long

Picking up the knife,
i think about my friends,
wondering how they will feel,
knowing my life had came to an end,

knowing i was six feet underground
and not by their side
and finally knowing ,
that my whole life i had lied

Lied about what i was doing,
and about how i would feel
they believed me and
they never,thought once i would kill

Kill myself,
where i would be put away,
And where they could never see me
not even one more day

So as I'm sitting here right now,
with this knife,
I'm gonna finish this poem,
then take my life

I want you all to know,
I'm sorry i wasted your time
I'm sorry i was even born
my life isn't worth a dime

I'm not worth nothing,
and thats all i am
I tried as hard as i could to survive
I've did the best i can

I love you all very much,
fare well my friends,
for this poem is the last of me,
it's my final end!!