My Last Call.

I know this isn't what you want to hear
but my life is what I must steer,
and this car is going off a bridge
deep down into a ridge.

I can't take it any more,
the constant unsteadiness of the floor.
So, I'll walk to the store,
pick up the knife, and head for the door.

You must understand that this isn't your fault.
My pain I've kept locked up in a vault.
Its just that recently my life has become a somersault.

Nobody can know of the inner pain,
that only the blood stains
know the truth of, and the rain.
So now I'll go hang myself from a crane.

Please know that I'll always love you,
but I can't take it, so my pain has grew
into an unimaginable hue
of darkness, the sky's always blue.

Tonight will be the last call,
because my soul will fall
until I hit that fiery wall
where I will forever stall.