It's Not The End

HurtTonight,
it was one of those nights.
When I'd rather not be alone,
because I feared where my mind would take me.
It was one of those nights,
when I felt all alone.
Tonight there are words written on my body,
which tell the story,
of how I really feel about,
everything.
"End it all, it's time to fall"
and, "No point to this world anymore"
were some of the words written on me.
I've done this before,
when the world was against me.
Everything I thought of myself,
became the words I could see.
The words read aloud,
made me see.
I'm worth more then I thought of me.