Here I lay, alone in this world, everything forgotten, memories brushed away. This old,rusty knife in my hand, seems so tempting, but brings back the pain. My last thoughts keep aching in my head, Should I leave something behind me or not? Who would notice? I've got no one anymore, not one person who wouldn't give me away, no one to scream "DON'T!", not a soul to whisper I love you... Otherwise this pain would continue, and my mind would keep reminding me. This is escape, finally something what would ease this, finally rest. And I am not weak, how could I be, I've already taken so much pain, stress and shattered dreams, what no one could survive. So just wonder, how I made it this far. At last I'm only saying my goodbyes to those, who read this, who understand, and to those who won't weep. Because I don't need tears, I don't want anyone to shed them for me, I know how painful that is. And now, this innocent human, is just going to live her second life, another chance to sleep in peace, forever. Uhmm... Not much to say about this one.