Gather up your last goodbyes
'Cause now it's my time to die
After I jab this pencil
Into my scarred up wrist
Take one last look at me
Then lay my body to rest
They tried so hard to help me
In so many ways
But still I was lonely
And I cried for days
In the end, nothing really matters
So just gather up some dead flowers
And lay them upon my grave
This world hurt me so bad
You'd be amazed I lasted this long
Considering I was driven mad
Now this'll be the last letter I'll send
'Cause tomorrow will be far too late
Tomorrow will be the end.
~AngelCutter
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