I kind of thought I was done with this shit, But razor in hand my wrist I slit. I have experiance I know what to do, I pull back swiftly my aim is true. I watch as the red flows down my arm, when I woke this morning I ment no harm. But my plans they changed as oft they do, I've been so damned depressed I can't even screw. As I die I think on my life I think of my kids and I think of my wife. What will they do when they find me dead, a slice to my wrist a bullet to my head? I kind of laugh as I lay in the bath, I think of God and his possable wrath. But the deed is done its far to late, he simply put to much on my plate. So I put down the razor and pick up the phone, I call myself but nobodys home. Now the tub is full of my life, stained with my grief stained with my strife. Its all over and now I'm dead, down the drain my sorrow has fled. NaDinSin.