Last words...

I wan't nothing more
than to slit my wrist and die
for everyday i live
is a growing lie

im becoming distant
from the the people around me
i always feel alone
when boddies constantly surround me

ill never feel as if i belong
or that im good enough for you
cause its as if people are judging
everything i do

im just sick of holding on
......when i want to let go

im sick of praying
......when no1 listens

im ready to give up now
my last grip has slipped
and the last drop of blood
has finally dripped