Goodbyes are always hard,
So hard to say the words.
Too bad I can't just cherp them out,
Just like a little bird.

I never thought that I'd be here,
Sitting at my desk.
Writing a letter of goodbyes,
To all whom must be left.

Then I leave it on my desk,
And climb up on the chair.
And with that rope around my neck,
I jump into the air.

With that I am gone,
Hanging from the ceiling fan.
What have I accomplished,
Why have I ran?

I unleashed a wave of pain,
On all the people that I cared for.
What on earth have I done,
I can't go back through that door.