My note will say, “I miss those days....

I want to pick up the razor blade,
and take away the pain,
Ruby red, tells me I’m still here
One day, I will make the cut,
It will be the last one,
The room will spin,
My eyes will blacken,
My body will whiten,
You might try to save me,
Only because its what “your meant to do”
Please just leave me here,
As the blood falls,
so does my pain,
There nothing here for me,
You don’t love me,
don’t pretend you do.
My note will say
“I miss those days,
were my innocents was not lost,
Were I didn’t understand life had my plan,
I didn’t sit here, and cry,
I didn’t battle with a shiny silver thing,
The only thing that made me know I was alive,
I didn’t understand, I thought happiness would be every day,
But my innocents floated away,
Things will never be the same,
So I take this razor blade,
I pull it across my self,
there is no ruby red.
I AM DEAD”
don’t say your sad.
I am not,
After all.
I am dead