the hate in me

as i sit here on my bed i wonder and gather all the thoughts in my head. thinking as hard as i could if i really really would put an end once and for all to my suffering. i pick up my knife and i can feel it dragging and tearing my flesh. as i watch myself bleed and loving every second of it i watch the blood from my veins drip off my wrist. im thinking of all the mistakes ive made and leting out all the hate. all the hate inside of me the hate towards myself the hate that just could be the hate that could kill me.