• Blood stained hands write these words on the paper.
    A note of death, beholding the hate I've been through.
    Leaving me shattered and broken.
    I lie dying here today.

    As it stands, I have nothing left to live for.
    Nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
    My soul aches for the love I've never known.
    I yearn for the attention I now need.

    Dead, broken, and left hollowed out.
    I have withered, and then torn away.
    My heart is torn, now bleeding freely.
    I wish to die, and to be released.

    For I am now intrigued by the thought of death.
    The thought of ceasing to be.
    I am now eager to walk through the valley of Death.
    Being separated from this body, and passing away.

    Nothing leads me, I just go on.
    Unsure of my drive, my focus, or my meaning in life.
    My life must end.
    Blood stained hands write these words on the paper...