So, I am coming to an end in my life
I no longer want to live
I might as well die
No one told me they would miss me
Actually they said they wouldn't
Thanks for the love
I was raped
I was cheated
I was lied to
There's no point in living
So I guess I'm going to die
The question is: Heaven or Hell?
I guess I'll find out when this knife pierces my skin
I guess I'll find out when I'm dead
I guess I'll find out with this last goodbye
****************************************************************************************************************
Okay, So I know some of y'all will worry, I am not actually planning on killing myself at the current moment. I'm just following the mood of my poems which is death. So, don't worry, I am happy enough...
