Whispers and Lies

i hear every whisper every lie do you wish for me to die? i sit here with my razor blade it becomes my pen my skin becomes paper i write thsi bloody poem the worsd forming in every drop of blood such a ville hate put forward when i see your face do you know wghat youve done destoyed my life in many ways i no longer feel alive in dieing inside are you happy?...now im no longer here goodbye a single tea r runs down my ice cold cheek not one of regret but one of happiness happy my pain is ending tonight....