The hands move slowly,
reminding me,
Another day older,
A bit wiser I'll be.
This is the tuff part,
Do i stay or i go,
Do i kill myself,
Or do i watch myself grow.
I never was a child,
So why say that i am now,
I'm getting older by the minute,
But i will not question how.
The clock now strikes 11,
If i go it must be soon,
I plan to die at midnight,
Under the full moon.
Now my hands are shaking,
I can barely stand,
My vision is fuzzy,
I must not change the plan.
I feel myself falling,
I have hit the ground,
My spirit inside is dieing,
But still no light i have found.
I slip into the emptiness thats sleeping all around,
It has been there waiting, for me to hit the ground,
It has been awakened the sleeping shall now rise,
It seems that it is now my time to slowly surly die.
