I see myself tomorrow
Feeling the same as I do now
Regretting every moment of my life
Asking questions like, "why?" or "how?"
I know I'll be crying in a night or two
Just like I am right here
Unable to talk with anybody
Unable to hold back another tear
Next weekend I'll be in a fight
Hoping that I won't get hit
In the shower I'll commit my crime
And bleed from another slit
At lunch I'll be in my corner
I'll miss that meal and hide away
Keeping to myself the marks all over
I will wonder if I'll be ok
In two weeks when school ends
I'll see my class cheer in delight
I'll tag along with some friends
To go see a movies late at night
In the following days I'll read a letter
Wanting to send it to a leaving friend
I hope I'll get to see him again
I hate goodbyes; the hurt never ends
Awhile later I'll be writing a note
While watching the sun go down
This note will make me cry a lot
But thinking suicide makes anyone frown
A week from then I will have had enough
I'll loose my faith and make the call
I'll figure that instead of living this life
It would be better to have no life at all
My seven year old little sister
Ha, probably with some animal in her hand
Will find me on our bedroom floor
Dead, with the death I had planned
The service will be on Sunday
At my small town's funeral home
I'll lay so still and peacefully
Soon, I'll be placed in my tomb
In the summer's warm afternoon
My lifetime friends will gather around
Giving me one final glance
As I'm lowered into the ground
A year from then I'll walk by
Finding the sun set easier to see
I will never be alone anymore
The Lord will stand right next to me
