The End of Me

Sometimes I can't breathe. Sometimes I can't think. Sometimes I am gone from everything.
The pain is just to strong.

So now as I sit here before you to put my soul on the line, I can't breathe nor think about how I am to tell you what I have come to say.

I have to tell you but there are no words for me to use. Instead I will show you. Give me a blade, give me a knife and I will show you how I live my life.

Tears run down my cheeks just like the blood runs down my arm. No one will remember me in a couple of weeks.

I promise you'll move on. Possibly I will break that promise so here is some advice: When you can't breathe, when you can't think, when you are gone from everything, think about how you want it to be. Don't continue this cycle because it ends with the end of me.