This is the part where life hits you
You realize you can't do it and give up
You stare at that sharp knife then think about your life
Deep inside you want to die
Let your poor useless pathetic soul fly
So you stop the thoughts and grab the knife
And do what you wanted:
End your life
So now your soul is free
I guess I'll ask,
Are you happy?
****** wrote this at age 13. Was in reading class and was really bored. Rate, read vomit!!( please don't vomit.!) you know what mean!!******