Tonight,
As you reach the airport,
I'll be home,
Wishing you wouldn't leave.

Tonight,
As you pass the custom,
I'll be home,
Wishing I passed your mind; for once at least.

Tonight,
As you board the plane,
I'll be home,
Wishing you stayed.

When their was no reason to live.
Life was useless, better to give.

You were frustrated and pumped.
From top of roof you jumped.

It was just a matter of second
yet enough to live whole life in this errand.

Ups and downs of life passed through your eyes.
You wished to give your life another try.

But now it was too late.
Worldly life had already closed its gate.

Your delicate body crashed into the ground.
It all ended with a dull and feeble sound.

Sometimes when I'm driving
and I'm alone
I say out loud
"I wish I was dead"
without thinking about it