Well this is goodbye I fear it's the end. If I do survive tomorrow I'll be back here again.
I've tried to be strong but again and again the pain keeps on so I'm sorry my friend.
Don't feel bad and please don't cry. Even if you didn't get a chance to say goodbye.
I know you were there but a thought in my head, told me you think I would be better off dead.
I'm going to grab my razor from under my bed and hopefully it's sharp enough or I will not be dead.
But I would try again and either way this must end. I'm sorry you missed me but I missed you lots more. So here is the poem I'm leaving at your door.
I'll walk down the street back to my house. Lock all the doors with the windows down.
Alone with my thoughts destroying me within. Just remember that someday I will see you again.
This is the last thing I've said to anyone. You may not care but oh well I'll be gone.
I just hope you know that you were the last thought in my head. If it's you that finds me I hope I'll already be dead.
Goodbye dear friend I am now gone. Have a great life, good days and fun.
Here's to the day I see you again.
But I'm just so glad the pain will finally end.
