Gone.

I pick up the razor and draw the line,
not too thick, one thats just fine.
Watch the blood trickle and seep,
As I sit there and lonely weep.

Flush this life away…before my eyes,
Life’s not easy when it’s full of lies.
You always gave me grief, I was betrayed,
Until I finally gave in and roughly caved.

It’s over now. Done. I’m gone.
Gone, to a place where I belong.
Up a few thousand miles to the skies,
Where there’s no hate, greif or lies.