SuiCidE nOtE

The sharpest blade i ever touched
it made a deep cut at my first slash
blood is rushing out; i could only see black spots.
Full of problems, full of anxiety,
so pressured by the people around me.
They want me to do this and to do that,
do things that i really don't want to do.
I got tired of doing it, and all i could think of is
the sharpest blade i saw on our kitchen sink.
people are so different.
They could not understand me!
Damn, why is it so hard to live my life?
A problem that could only be solved by one way i know...





"MY DEATH IS MY ONLY FREEDOM. . ."