The edge of your knife,
Rips into my skin,
Eyes full of sorrow,
The pain is within.
My eyes fill with tears,
As I whisper goodbye,
I dig the knife deeper,
As my heart starts to cry.
I pick up some pills,
And swallow a few,
No more than thirty;
No less than two.
My sight becomes blurry,
As I fall to the floor,
Bleeding and dead;
My head hits the door.
You pick up the note,
This court is ajourned;
My suicide.