end?

the end is coming i feel it. the cold darkness rises above the dust, my life cycle is ending. the pain n tourture is tooo much to bare. as i grab the cold metal i wipe a tear from my eye. i pray that what i leave bhind is content. its the guilt that holds me back. i need the freedom of death.. let my soul free. this hell is too much to bare... the harder u work the farther u fall!! glide the sharp metal against flesh. mmmm delicious. letting the crimson flow to the floor in a puddle of what was once me.