My life is ending
Slowly passing by
I'm not ready for mending
But I'm ready to die
I wait for the tears
I have yet to cry
I'm tired of pretending
I want to say goodbye.
It's time, I remind myself,
Now is my chance
I look around my room
With one last glance
I swallow the pills,
Pick up a piece of paper
A goodbye such as
"I love you, see you later!"
Tears flow freely as I pick up a pen
Writing "your little girl is happy again."
