December 18th I felt the urge to cry
I felt like taking my life
Giving all back to my Creator at once
Saying "what's done is done"
I walked in the cold hours on end
Contemplating death as a sin
I wanted to talk to someone about my pain
But If I told them of my feeling would they think of me as insane?
Still searching for something to gleam about
Hoping something innocent and beautiful will take me out of this slouch
Rescue and deliver me from this evil tenure
Convince me that I'm not the worlds biggest sinner
As the blood drips over the bridges edge
Should I step further and plummet into this river instead?