Fading Without Glory.

I'm going to tell a story,
A story with a twist.
I'll tell it with a knife,
a knife upon my wrist.
Being here is so hard,
but I can at least try...
I know how much you love me,
but I really need to die.
So as I sit and think,
I start to tell my story.
I feel myself fading...
fading without glory.