i think of. . .

As i sit on the floor
knife in my hand
I think of you
I think of how you loved me
I think of how you cared
As i set the blade on my skin
I think of how thry drove me insane
I think of how much i hate them
As i push the blade down
I think of my mom
I think of her beautiful smiling face
I think of all she went through wiht me
AS I pull the blade across my skin
I think of me
I think of how i hate my life
I think of how i want to die
As I watch the blood flow
I think of Nathan and you
I think of how he will hate me
I think I will text him I'm sorry
I think I will text you forgive me
As I sink into eternal darkness
I think of everyone I ever cared about
I think they will be better off without me. . .