Unkind

It's not so easy,

Not for me,

I can't just go,

Don't you know?

It's easy not to care,

Since I haven't got a prayer.

It's easy not to think.

Find the bottle; take a drink.

I've payed the price,

More than twice.

It's not so bad,

Once you've lost all you had.

I'm leaving.

Just skip the empty grieving.

I'll take the blame,

Strait through my vein.

I cannot win.

My life's a sin

I don't mind dying.

I'm sick of crying.

It's time,

To end this rhyme.

On the floor you'll find,

Me holding this note; it's signed:

Tired of living in a world that's so unkind.