~♥~Sick of Life~♥~

I was so sick of life,
Sick of hearing others say my life
Was no good
Had no meaning
Even though I already knew.
And as I walked on with my death,
I told god he best be giving me a good reason
Not to let go.
I wrote upon the bored,
Goodbye
I love you all so.
Still no sign came.
So I stood on the edge of the bathtub,
Belt around my neck,
Two more good slashes,
Bleeding upon the floor.
I slowly stepped down,
And I couldn’t breathe
I was gone,
And nobody notices me.
Nobody ever did,
Never will...