Life

Life, Is pointless,
I can't take anymore of this stress.

I sit up in my bed,
And think about all those horrible things everyone said.

I try and think of what I should do,
I get up and go over to the window, and look at the view.

I think and think, and still have no way out,
I decided that it was best if I leave, and I have no doubts.

I get up and pick up a knife,
Nothing is important, Not even life.

I fall back and close my eyes,
And then I end my the lies.