For times have come i pick up my knife for time has come ill end my life

She wrote her last letter
she wrote it in red
the ink spilled across the floor
she signed it, then was dead

~*Im not afraid of death, im not even afraid of pain, im just afraid of whats to come afterwards..*~

This time, her 3 Last Words weren't...

I Love You
or
Sorry For Ever
or
F*c k You All
or
Dying For You
or
You Killed Me

...her 3 Last Words were

[[Finally.Falling.Asleep...]]

I choose death because i can , but when death chooses me its because it has too

Sometimes i get angry and scream I HATE MY MUM. I WISH SHE WAS DEAD !! but then one day i had a dream and in it my mum died. i woke up my face and pillow was wet my nose was running i was crying.and from that moment i realised. I CANT LIVE WITHOUT MY MUM.

They say life was a gift from god.. but life is full of pain and hurt.. i just didn't know a gift could cause so much pain .. i dont want another gift..

I held a man today
As he wept for the loss of time
I swear I heard a heart shatter
The heart that I heard was mine

I'm never going to forget you, or any of our memories; not one.
but it seems like you can barely remember my name anymore...

As the pain fills my body i can see the curtains closing on my life...