i hate all about this world..

i watch up against the sky, and felt a sudden felling that i want to die, i held a bloody rose.. in my hand, and walk the road no one goes, knifes against my wrists and whit a little twist, i'll just fall dead down into my bed.. this thin shell, whit the little crack is about to bust, and fall into the rust.. of thousands wars and hundred doors, i'm about to fall, fall to my knees.. here i am once again,whit the dagger in my hand, bloody as i make my final stand.. i'm gone.. i'm dead there is nothing left of me.. i guess.. this was meant to be.. i just wanted to die, die alone and in peace.. is that to hard to please? now.. i'm lost.. lost in darkness, in blood and a single tear i got nothing more that i fear

J.W.Ö