I can't take it any more,
I can't live here any more,
My life is a living hell,
And so long as I breath I fell unhappy,
My life's going down,
Bound to never come up,
I see the end coming,
I'd rather be in a place of nothingness,
Then live through this torture,
As I write my poem of death I take a knife,
Place it over my throat and cut,
Writing my poem with it's seal of blood.

Another poem in my highlights series of my best poems.

Nice. Depressing.

I am known for depressing poetry.