too late

wrist at the ready, knife in my hand.
i finally gave up and the cant understand.
i tried and fought to sort out this mess.
but still there is one thing i still must confess.
i beg for my death like a dog to a bone.
iv nothing to live for, im all alone.
with one final cut my troubles are set free.
sittin in the park restin against a tree.
i scream and shout out loud into the nighttime sky.
this world is so bullshit, a compleat fucking lie.
people came running to see, that the compleat fucking mess was actually me.
i finally understood but came about to late.
was this a act of stupidity or could one call this fate.
as i lie there dying i have only one regret.
that i failed in life,
just a memory yet to forget.