It's too late.

Too late to change anything.

Too late to stop me.

Because there is nothing inhabiting my body anymore.

All my blood is soaking into the carpet.

My body is a former lifeless me.

Dead.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I got hit with a wave of death and here I am lying dead in my room.

I had no where else to turn,

I wish I had choices but I didn't.

And here I lay dead.

It's just too late.

I'm sorry…