My deamons beckon me to do it,
Red red red
You must do it
It will release the pain
You must
you must
you must
Someone please kill me.
I'm currently standing in my room
Looking in my full body mirror
Holding a pocket knife to my wrist...
I have put a cloth atop the mirror...
I can't stand to look at myself any more
I don't want to see the pain in my eyes
I don't want to see the dreams that never came true
I don't want to see the broken soul that will never be fixed...
I look down to my wrist... Tear stained face
You want to do it
it's ok
no one will notice
Just die
Please
One to three four, death is knocking at my door
Five six seven eight, you come inside but its to late...
Emily
Time of death 2:55 am
October 17th 2016
