I no longer look
When I cross the road.
I only close my eyes and pray
That maybe this will be the day.

I hope to hear the sound
Of screeching tires and breaks,
Before my body hits the windshield
And I am filled with pain.

I hope to hear the sirens
And the tinkling of glass,
When my body hits the ground
At long, long last.

I pray there is no heaven
And certainly no hell,
For either would be filled with memories
I certainly can live without.

I wish only for oblivion
A darkness so complete,
That it fills my heart with yearning
And teases my soul with defeat.

I no longer look before the crosswalk
For my time will come so soon,
And I never look to see if you're watching
Before I leave the room.