Death Of Me

As I lay here on my bed
I think of all the pain that you given me
I think of all the hatred that you made me feel,
I slowly creep down stairs,
and grab the thick sharp knife
Cannot stop me now for after this, it is all over,
Tears of sorrow spill down my cheeks,
but its the hatred that keeps me going,
I put the knife tightly in my fist
As it glides slowly down my wrists,
all the blood pours down my arm
and all the pain suddenly drifts away,
My mind goes blank, I have no fear,
for I only want to disappear,
It's all too late.
You cant stop me now,
i wonder were I will go after this ...