in the corner of my room i sit with a short but sharp knife
lieing next to me
i pick it up with tremboling hands 4 i know this is the end
just when the knife was on my wrist the phone rings
i pic it up and i hear a soft and warm whisper saying
'I LOVE U PLZ DON'T LEAVE! '
i hang up, fritend and yet thanxed
4 i realize thows were the shortest but longest words u had ever told me!
i look in the mirrow to see tears rolling down my cheaks
i glance down 2 c it was done
it was late i had reached my end
4 blood was driping down my wrrist
i take a...