deadly game #2

Life is not a game
I cant tell you how
much i want mine to end
Just shout at me the 2-simple words
Game...Over

Blackness is all i can feel
I cant pull myself threw
This is something i fear i should do
No-one will miss me
No-one will care
I pick up the knife..Do i even dare?
Blood is pouring
Hands are shaking
My heart is ripping  
My soul is fading
My crimison blood groups on the
floor to watch me die like a stanging
ovation

Its too late now they'll never see
my face because where i lay is my resting place
I know im not strong but i refuse to cry
but now i cant even say gud-bye

Gone now without a sound
My dead rotting corps apon the ground