It's time to say goodbye.
My life has finished its course.
My string of life about to be cut.

The only thing to do it say goodbye.
The only problem is that no one cares about me.
No on to care that I will soon be gone,
So what is the point of saying goodbye.

For a few days, I will be mourned for,
But then brushed aside as the girl who killed herself.
The whole world forgetting about me.
Forgetting that I used to exist.

So now it is only me and this blade,
And the blood dripping from my arm.
A fresh wave of pain and blood comes with each cut.

Soon I will rise this knife to my neck and slit my throat.
Soon, but not now.
I still have to say goodbye.