Stare at my wrists
watch them bleed,
while I fall into
this deep sleep,
in my hand lies
the blade of my death,
knowing this is going
to be my last request,
on a piece of paper
I write what I want,
to the whole world
and my loved ones,
"To many friendships
that didn't last,
to many people
who laughed
behind my back,
I know some people
cared, I know they
really tried,
but if they looked
deep into my eyes,
they'd see everything
was a lie, but it doesn't
matter anymore, it's
too late, cause no matter
what, this was always my fate."
As I write the last word
my body goes weak,
soon enough I won't be
able to breathe,
so this is goodbye,
to my used to be life
