Life has its limits.
Life has its expectations.
Life has its meaning.
My life has short limits.
My life has high expectations.
My life has its own meaning.
My limits are love,pain,and hurt.
My expectations are to commit suicide.
My meaning is to be in love,have pain,and be hurt.
So you can take away my
limits,my
expectations,
and my
meaning.
But no one can take my life away,
except for me.
So I slit my wrist to reach that 
1 single expectation.
Tell me what you think about
my life,
my limits,
my expectations,
or even my meaning.
So take away everything!
Take away my life,
my limits,and 
my meaning.
But my 1 expectation is going
to be reached,no matter what.
so I slit my left wrist,
I slit my right.
I clutch the blade tight,
thinking about my life.
about how it passed me by,just that one night
when I my heart was ripped out,and torn apart.
So take away my life,
my limits,
my meaning,
and finally,take my 1 expectation.
Life has its limits.
Life has its expectations.
Life has its meaning.
My life..is just a bunch of lies,
heartache,torement,and pain.