These moods, they never go.
Never cease, never slow.
Makes me want to end my life.
So say goodbye to my one last sight.
My time has come.
It’s time to go, I have expired.
The knife in my pocket as I feel it knowing my fate.
I ask to leave and you let me go.
One person sees something wrong but ignores me as they work.
Everyone stares as I walk back in.
I take my seat knowing my time is about to end.
I’m becoming tired and starting to fade.
My face is pale, my eyes close shut.
You realize something is wrong, as I’m about to go.
You try to help but it’s to late, I’m almost gone.
You see the bloodstains on my shirt and realize what I have done.
Saving me is not an option but you try to think faster so I do not go.
I won’t let myself hold on and I keep falling deeper into my eternal rest.
I know I’ll be there soon, but you won’t let it happen.
The class runs out, they cannot bear to see me dieing.
I wrote a note that explains it all and lay it upon my book.
I can feel it; I’m almost there.
I try to hold on a little longer.
Realizing I can’t, with my one last breath I say goodbye to everyone.
My soul lifts out, I see you all crying,
I try to heal your pain, try to let you all know I am happier.
I’m just sorry I let go to soon…..

 
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