Few have known the feeling That's pulsating through my vein The violent struggle within My tears proceed to rain I decide to say farewell In a neat and tidy note Grabbing a pink pen My final words I wrote My hand won't seem to steady The shaking won't subside I didn't think it'd be this hard Just to say goodbye I write my mother's name of top Followed by "and Dad" I wrote a quick little poem It really was quite sad I told them that I loved them And wished they wouldn't cry Please don't let them feel guilty Because I had to die I just can't find the words My handwriting shakes with pain I fold up that letter And then I scribble my name I place the letter front and square In the living room I'm not sure they will find it there I guess I just assume The blade is sharp as ice And tingles on my skin I press hard onto that knife The end is about to begin I feel a long blood trickle Dripping down my spine And yet I feel no pain But I know the blood is mine My mind runs wide in spirals Through all the joys of life The laughs, the cries, the wonders So I set down the knife I've lived for 14 years now And I've stumbled quite a lot But is death an answer? Or secretly is not? |