Death

Oh my sweet end! Have you finally come for me? I'll be under the oak swaying Like leaves You might catch me in a tub Listening to a song that reminded me to end it all Or at the ledge looking down Pondering what will break my fall Tired of pretending to be here Tired of smiling, that's for the living Tired of failing Tired of giving Oh my sweet end! Soon you'll come for me I sent you a memo In the format of six feet deep