Razorblade Romance.

As I sit in silence and am surrounded by hate, I could never hope to find you. It's always too late. I feel the slick blade on my wrist and there's no other way. I slice in and my pulse begins to fade. Everything is going away. Eyes go black, Heart is cold, and blood runs dry. I go. Don't worry it will be alright, With death I slit my wrist now say goodnight