My Last Hours

I sit here hours upon hours.
the time just towers and towers,
I feel the life from within me draining, leaking, peeling away,
from my pumping heart.
The fact that I shall never live,
past this long dreary day,
brings hope to me,
No longer will anyone need to serve me,
against thier confused will.
I can sense from within that they hate it,
they hate me even though they refuse to show it.
They're afraid to come out,
afraid to tell me the truth.
So I have made the best choice
ever in my sorrow filled life.
For someone has to die so someone else can live,
Why not me?! I have no importance.
No importance in anyone's life besides pestering them.
So as the Bells of Richmond rang twelve,
I walked my final walk,
into the cool, crisp Thames,
relieving life of the pessimism that I brought to it.
Relieving my lovers of the weight
they had been carrying my whole life.
The weight of my... existance.
The weight of Mrs. Virginia Woolf.