Death Not Being The Way

I held the knife so close to my heart,
I knew the day would come when we would part.
But like a foolish child i sit here and cry,
Not realizing what i had done and what i had tried.
Covered in blood I used all my might,
Pulled myself up then started to write.
"To those who dont care and those who cant see,
Never give up and always thrive to be free."
I dont know how many people will cry,
as i sit here watching my life pass me by.
Now a friends at the door...ran as fast as she could,
Too weak to say im sorry otherwise i would.
Its slowly getting darker and now dont you see,
You ripped my heart in two..you did this to me.