Why do I face the barrel of a gun?
Is my life really that bad to take this step?
Why do I find the sharp edge of a knife,
More inviting than the blunt hands of a massage?
Why do I look and find a noose
And see the happy end to the circle?
Why do I live on in happiness
Yet, find that to live any longer is sadness?
Why do I question who is going to miss me when I'm gone
When I fear that I will miss them more?
For even though my end seems near
My loneliness I don't think I can bare
Who is going to wipe away all my tears?
Who is going to wash away all my fears?
In my life, no more do I desire to move on
To end is the only way to live long
For life is not measured by our years
But by the extent of our happiness that is near
So why prolong the nightmare that is on earth?
When a better world can be had beyond this dirt
Perseverance is the plight of the foolish
Retiring is the option of the wise and selfish
For why care about giving to everyone else around you
When it is obvious no one seems to care about you?
For even though my end seems near
My loneliness I don't think I can bare
Who is going to wipe away all my tears?
Who is going to wash away all my fears?
Why should I fight on anymore?
When emptiness and decay surround my core?
Why should I continue to care any longer?
For the bitterness inside my heart grows stronger
And even though friends will try and protect me
Perhaps, this time, it is better off to let me be
For empty words are spoken and good things they say
But do I really deserve a reward at the end of the day
Instead let me just bring forth the end
So I can pack up and to God send
For my end is near
My loneliness I must bare
No one is going to wipe away all my tears
No one is going to wash away all my fears
And no one is going to care
