Im nothing to this world.
I was made for know reason's.
The pain of lonelyness is all I feel.
With this knife at my thoart.
I will leave my pain behind.
My blood runs down my neck.
Down to my hands.
Im runing out of breath.
I feel my life sliping away.
I move my finger to write.
My last words in my blood.
All im able to write is?
Its like I never lived!
