The skin of my wrist to the blade of this knife
I just want to die, I'm sick of this life
I wanted to believe all the things that you said
But the feelings I once had for you are now dead
You told me you loved me, you said that you cared
But you lied and now I know that life isn't fair
Now I sit in this empty room with a gun to my head
Don't try and stop me,1 shot and I'm dead.
Trysta Due
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hating-life/
