Dying

Walk along, head down
Ignore what everyone said
They don’t know, they shouldn’t care
That I should be dead.

It’s cold outside, it’s snowing
Frost lies on the ground
I could die by taking pills
Or I could be drowned.

Drowned in a freezing lake
Ice on top of snow.
Beneath it I breathe my last breath
And sink to the bottom slow.

My last dying thoughts will be
Of my family and friends.
Thank you for trying to help me
But this is where it ends.