One Last Time

 I'm sick and tired of hearing its for attention.
 Tonight they'll know the fate of their son.
 The kid that none could love,
 the gentalman that no girl wanted.
 The razors edge is dull and chipped,
 but sharp enough to cut my life.
 One last time i pressed to my wrist,
 hopeing its my last mistake.
 I'm on the floor pooring out,
 with the last note clutched in hand.
 The note that reads my last five words,
"im sorry for the world"