Dear,
I want to leave. To leave this place and not return. I'm sick of being me,
of feeling this way, of always saying the wrong things at the wrong times.
Of acting like a fool and spoiling things for other people. I no longer want
to exist, there seems no point. Other times when I wanted to leave there was
something keeping me here, something stopping me, but now there's not.

I sit here with a knife at hand
A few quick cuts could take me away from this
Land
Imagine the feeling i'm soon to get,
Knowing I wont have to live a life of regret.
And as in place the cold edge on my skin,
The soon lost world starts to softly spin
And I wonder if it'll all change tomorrow
A sinners cry, rising from sorrow.
I'm sorry life for failing you
Someone can stop this, someone but who?
There'll be no-one for me, not anymore
As I turn my back on life and slam the door.
I could walk away, away from it all,
But am I sure, my uncertain call.
I neatly pull the blade through my arm
A lagoon of blood forms on my palm.
And then I hear the soft rumble of my dads car
I don't want to leave, too late, I've gone to far.
I want to look for help but my vision is blurred
'goodbye' I say, my speech already slurred.
omi
xxx xxx xxx