In the end -Poem from my Journal-
And the world falls unto me.
Around me people drop like flies.
When they stop, they will drop.
I am left alone.
With everything dieing,
Even birds aren't flying.
The world is sucking away
My vision goes black...
No wonder you were talking all that smack.
I see the knife,
I embrace it like night.
It's cool and sharp
In the end,
I, the last of humanity,
Was the worst pick of us...
Because suicide was on my mind.*the end*