I can feel it deep in my bones,
the day is coming very soon.
It has to be under a willow tree,
probably some time around noon.
My aching soul can't take much more,
my plan is
pills
*****
rope;
I am excited for my soul to soar,
I have lost all hope.
For each that I care,
I will leave a letter of love.
I will explain my admiration for them,
explaining how I wish I had gotten better,
but now I will always be watching from above.

This day is coming very soon,
under the willow tree.
I will finally feel everything at ease,
my soul will be freed
while someone finds the shell of what used to be me.