The Very End
All is quiet
on this lovely afternoon
there is no sound
cept for me and my tears
thats all their is to hear
no cars
or dogs
or anything
just me
and my bloody tears
i just sit
and look
just think
and pray
think of something to do
some way to fix up my life
a way to continue to live
but i have nothing
all i can think
all i can say
all i can do
is commit suicide
thats all i want to do
thats all i think of doing
and i think
why no do it now?
all i quiet and well
it is the perfect time
no one will know
no one will hear
it will be quiet
and i can commit suicide
in peace
alone
with no one around
to see or hear
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