The Kitchen Floor

Im sitting in the kitchen
upon the cold hard floor
thinking of how pointless i am
wanting to die this night, for sure.

I think of my one friend,
and my family that hates me,
I am not going to endure this-
i can finally be set free.

Now is my chance
to leave this hateful place
to rid myself of sorrow
to EXIT the human race.

The knife in one hand,
becoming not so sure,
there i lay just crying
upon the Kicthen Floor.