the end

im 22 years old and i want to die,
fucking hate this disease of a life,
dont fuck all through it but cry,
sliced into the flesh with a knife.

is it my fault that i want this,
that i just want to cease to exist,
they will find me with blood on my face,
and on the floor and all over the place.

im screaming dont save me,
i know i cant breathe,
i used to feel unbreakable,
my pain is un-fucking-fakable.

i cut myself to feel the pain and heat
just to see if my human heart can still beat,
wash the blood away with the tears of sorrow,
i juts want to die so i dont have to fight another tomorrow.

i know no-one will notice when im gone,
but please just tell me what i did wrong?
just drop the final acts curtain,
and end my life for certain.

apparently its good to end with a quote,
sort of like the perfect end to any show:

suicide is not cowardly,
treating people that badly that they end their own life,
that is cowardly,
suicide is the answer to the problems others created,
poor lost people treated this badly, so hated.