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
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