You have questions
You wonder what led me to doing it
You wonder if l was ever happy
This is a letter from a dead soul
I thought l did not have a choice
I could not take the pain anymore
I tried being strong for years but inside
I was dying
With each year passing l had hopes that the pain will end but it ddnt
The pain never stopped  and l did not want to suffer anymore.
I wanted to be happy  like a normal
human being.
Then l saw an easy way out
I won't lie it wasn't hard
Pain versus pain
I became numb.
I swear l told myself l would stop
But with each cutting l grew to like it
I wanted to stop but l became addicted to hurting myself
Then the day came. My last day, to me it was going to be my last day cutting myself
But to the whole world  it was going to be my last day breathing
I took the razor and l cut my self
I dont know how or why but l hit the wrong vein
Then l was no more in the world
You might think it was your fault
You blame yourself
But l wrote this letter from my grave
So that l clarify things it was never your fault
I ruined me.