the end isnt far

standing here at 15
seeing all i have seen
hating everyone of you
hoping it will end soon
i look up
grab a knife
place it to my wrist and say to myself..”the end isnt far”
slide it across my wrist, feeling the rush,
watching the blood drip
feeling weak and tired
finaly fall to the ground
take my last breath and say goodbye
the end isnt far..