I think rumors are getting around
I cant do this, I’m breaking down
I think I’m going out of my mind
My eyes are open but I am blind
I think my wrists are starting to bleed
Please save me, I beg and plead
I think someone cut my heart from my chest
I feel so tired, I just need to rest
I think that I am completely lost
I’ve paid my debt and my cost
I think my life is starting to end
All of this is real, it’s not pretend
I think that I will end my life
Here I go to grab that knife
I think I’m going to go and sleep
Please don’t cry and please don’t weep
I think I’m about ready to draw my last breath
At least I’m smiling, too bad it’s in death© 2009 Michael Dean Dumeir