Death will come

i stay here...

im supposed to live...

but i dont want to...

im dead already...

so how can i be alive....

i want blood....

so i cut my wrist....

to watch it bleed.....

i feel now...

so im not just dead...

but alive.....

i lay there on the floor bleeding to death...

but some how i still feel.....

im dead......

there nothing left of me.....

i was a mistake as some would say or a gift as others.....

but i had nothing....

or so i thought...

i thought someone loved me for me.....

but i will never know......

im dead from bleeding to death.....

and those was my last thoughts....

what was left of them anywayz.......