Thoughts During Suicide

The last tears fall from my eyes.

And with them my hope dies.

I knew this was going to happen.

I wanted it to right?

To late to change my mind now.

Blood flows out wrists.

Slowly now not fast like a few minutes ago.

Its going to end soon.

Its not at all what I thought.

There’s a feeling of emptiness and a cense of utter loneliness.

I didn’t want it to feel like this not my last moments of life.

But in the end it wont matter.

I’ll be happy in my death...right?