This is a song-fic, my 1 and only songfic about Izzy committing suicide, so enjoy this one, it's the only one. The song is "Last Resort" by Papa Roach. Please excuse the little stars in the lyrics, I didn't want to post anything graphical... I don't own "Last Resort". Although I wish I did, enough talk, just read.

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Cut my life into pieces,
this is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing,
don't give a f*** if I cut my arm bleeding.

Dear gang,

This is my last resort.

I don't know if you've noticed, probably not. You never noticed me, but I've been acting strange lately.

Cut my life into pieces.
I've reached my last resort,
suffocation no breathing.
Don't give a f*** if I cut my arm bleeding.
Would it be wrong would it be right?
I will take my life tonight.
Chances are dynamite.
Mutilation out of sight,
and I'm contemplating suicide.

That's right, strange. To make a long story short, my life sucks. That's why I've decided to end it.

Cause I'm losing my sight,
losing my mind,
wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.
Losing my sight,
losing my mind,
wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.

There was a time when I thought someone cared, but I was wrong, dead wrong. She didn't care.

I never realized I was spread to thin,
'till it was to late,
and I was empty within.
Hungry!
Feeding on chaos, and living in sin,
downward spiral,
where do I begin?

All the time we spent in the digital world together, meant nothing to her. It was all bullshit to her. I was bullshit.

It all started when I lost my mother,
no love for myself,
and no love for another.
Searching, to find a love up on a higher level,
finding, nothing but questions and devils.

At least that's the way she struck me, and strike me she did, right through the heart. When she started dating another guy. I knew then, it was over, never meant to be.

Cause I'm losing my sight,
losing my mind,
wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.
Losing my sight,
losing my mind,
wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.
Nothing's all right,
nothing, is fine.
I'm running and I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying,
I'm crying.

So don't expect to see me anymore, I've gone to a better place, a place where people care for me. I may even see my parents, my real ones.

. Can't. Go. On. Li - ving. This. Life.

So goodbye guys, may your life turn out better than mine. I'm sure it will.

Cut my life into pieces.
I've reached my last resort,
suffocation no breathing.
Don't give a f*** if I cut my arm bleeding.
Would it be wrong would it be right?
I will take my life tonight.
Chances are dynamite.
Mutilation out of sight,
and I'm contemplating suicide.

Don't bother trying to stop me, by the time you find this letter, I will already be dead.

Cause I'm losing my sight,
losing my mind,
wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.
Losing my sight,
losing my mind,
wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.
Nothing's all right,
nothing, is fine.
I'm running and I'm crying.

Once again, goodbye. Maybe I'll see you later, in the place where I'm at now, maybe.

I! Can't! Go! On! Li - ving! This! Life!

But for now, it must end, the bullshit must end, and it has...

Can't go on, living this way.
Nothing's all, RIGHT!

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So what did you think? Good? I hope, it's gonna be my only one.