A rusty razor,
On my bed,
Millions of memories,
Flash through my head,
I take a deep breath,
And count to ten,
I fold up the letter,
And put down the pen,
I grab the razor,
And start to cry,
I know i'm about to die,
I take my last breath,
And try to be calm,
I look down to see the razor,
In my palm,
I count to three,
And dig it in,
I just commited,
The deadliest sin.
I carve the words,
"Now i'm free,"
And watch the blood pour out of me,
My vision begins to fade,
I now know what I have done,
And just like that,
I'm gone.
