My suicide

The razors sharp The note is made Never will i face another day I've thought it through Made all the plans I'll never face this vicious place again I thought my suicide would ease your hurt and pain I thought my suicide Could free my guilt and shame I thought my suicide would take away the hate I thought my suicide was my debt repaid. The deed is done as i lay in my blood i didn't count on the pain or the mess i've made my life is slowly seeping away (this is old, very old, not my current state of mind)