Die...

Sometimes I just wish to die.
I wait for the end to draw near.
Can't handle this anymore.
Don't want to live with the pain.

It would be so easy,
Just to put a razor to my wrist;
Veins so close to the surface of my skin,
One simple, painless stroke, slice.

I'd put on my white princess gown,
Feeling like a princess in my last few moments;
Lock the door (it has no key),
No entry will my rescuers have.

This world holds no spark anymore for me,
The only things I have are my three friends,
They love me so much, and I them...
But sometimes, I'm afraid to admit, it's not enough.