Picture this

I need you to perfectly picture this, please...
Knife in my hand,
pills In my mouth,
weak and falling to my knees.
The cuts are everywhere this time.
Look at these!

Its very dark around me.
One last candle to keep this room lit.
its not enough for the lead of direction,
it wont help me get though it.
Im going to use this dark room to confess,
confess my sins in confession.

The window is opened so I can feel one last spring`s breeze.
Its so cold though.
I feel my heart freeze.
My hands go numb.
I feel I am sick.
I’ve got a deadly disease.

Like I said before,
I want you to picture this,
because no longer will I be here,
no more.
Picture this... me saying goodbye,
because you just pictured me as I died...