My sword sits in my hand.
Ready to cut.
Ready to end my pain.
I start to think about
Those who really do love me.
Did they really want me dead?
My wish may not have been theirs.
My life started good.
Good friends.
Good family.
But it was just good.
I decided I wanted more.
So here sits my sword in my hand.
Ready to cut.
Ready to end my pain.
I stop.
I can't.
When it falls
The window breaks.
The glass flies in chunks.
I guess it was my
Time To Go.
