don't worry it's over now

another page ripped out of my life
feeling as if that it were knife
pulling at skin
knowing that my only strife in life is to fight
in a cause of death were to happen
it would be unbearable
yet i can't come around to my purpose to to jump off of twelve story building
ending my life
falling into a pile of black roses.
and thorns sticking into my skin
drawing blood every where
who would clean it up?
not that i should worry
people would wonder
was she crazy? physchatic? delusional?
knowing it yes
 front page in the newspaper
but would i care? no
just random people making a big scence
but theres nothing to worry
beacause she's dead