Thanks for the death wishes.

Is it bad that I think about death everyday? The way it will happen....everything...

People found out about my thoughts...then I was an outcast. No one paid me any attention...and if they did it was just a disapproving stare...why they hated me I never knew.

But I grew tired of the hatred.. So I went home that day, grabbed a razor from my nightstand, I cut a vertical line down my arm and watched the blood flow. I watched until my vision blurred and my body hit the floor. N

Well the blood was gone and so was I, for I took my life that night. With a razor sharp blade I bled myself dry.

Be happy my friends, your death wishes paid off. Now let me ask you...are you glad I'm gone? Are you glad to know the words you said and the looks you gave cost my life? 

                                                                          I bet you are.

Thanks for the death wishes, cause now I'm finally gone...

Author's Note

Just the thoughts I have...