My final words written,
my final thoughts thunk,
all about one person,
all about one face-
i cut my wrists,
as i fall from grace...
too much stress for someone like me,
too much heartache for someone so weak...
i was never good enough-
even tho i tried.
i said i was strong-
even tho i lied.
people looked up to me
even tho i let them down-
i never could make him happy
even tho i loved him so-
i'm sorry that i'm not perfect,
now i must go...
