If I told you I'd die tomorrow.

I'm feeling terribly low. I need to ventilate. Fuck up those crash-ness for life. Tell me how to end all these misery? You know you've done something wrong, when you go to bed, you cannot close your eyes, because you dread, all those things that have been done, they race through your head, & you wonder if, your wrongs will be pardoned. You know you've done something wrong, because you fear all those disappointment, you made your parents weep. All you want to tell them, & simply just beseech,
"Please Forgive Me."