Death

I sit here waiting for my time to come.
And fall apart so there's nothing left.
But death...

I knew one day it would come.
But I never knew it would come this fast.
It's like everyday I’m dyeing little by little.

I take the blade and slide it across my wrist...
One day I’ll cut the wrong way or to deep
And I’ll be gone...

Gone from all the drama
Gone from all my problems and stress...
But I’ll be gone from you and out of your life...

Do I want that?
Yes?
No?
Maybe?

It's hard to love someone, who doesn't and never will love you back.
It's even harder when they don't seem to care or even see you...
Why him, why now.

Why can't I just leave?!
Why is this so hard?!
Why do I care for him and my friends so much!
If I left… Would there life be better or worse?

Happy?
Or
Sad?

Hurt?
Or
Better?
I don’t know, but they do!

I will only know...
When I am called for my
Death