Giving up
I knocked on deaths door knowing exactly what I was looking for,I offered myself upon a platter ,but it made no difference, I didn't matter , death send me packing before I even made it halfway ..saying I don't want you here please go away ,I was forced back to life feeling pure agony,as the cuts on my body continued to bleed and the sucide note I wrote lay mocking me ...but I picked myself up and pretended to be fine because when death doesn't even want you it strikes you Deep inside ,I just want to let go close my eyes,take a deep breath,I'm just tired of life ,I just want to let go and sink into unconsciousness after all wasn't I born to die?