Suicide
This doesn't make any sense,
I shouldn't feel this way,
All I feel is my body so tense,
What I wanted was for you to stay.
Its to late,
I guess were through.
You even forgot our first date.
But now the only thing left to do,
is to chug the bottle and goodnight,
Everythings gone out of sight.
No more guilt and no more pain,
Nothings left of this crying shame.
I have no control of my feelings,
they're no longer tame.
This has turned into a lot more than a game.
A few words left,
I have accomplished no gain.
And as those lonely feelings crept,
I dont want to feel the pain.
Now I down the bottle.
I will soon rest my head.
I see a bright light ,
slowly fading to red.
Then I remember the only thing I forgot to do.
It was to tell you that I really do love you,
but I guess its to late because now I'm through.
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