The tears stream down my face as I sit in the corner.
The rain outside bangs on the roof and the lightning lights up the dark night sky. I sit alone,unwanted, and unloved. I bring the knife to my neck as I feel its cold, dark, steel blade pressing against my flesh.
I think of how you hate me so much.
The pain of living would be a crime in its self and would be like living in Hell for eternity.
My heart is full of sorrow and my soul is no more.
I press the knife harder against my neck as the blood streams over the blade and cascades down my neck,staining my shirt.
I let the knife fall to the ground as I feel the warmth of my blood.
I slumped down beside the knife and lean against the cold wall.
As my eyes begin to grow heavy I let out a final sigh.
My life has ended tonight and I am finally free of your hate...
