Sitting by the river bank,
slipping in and out of consciousness,
realizing my life's a complete mess.
What's the point of living it?

Sitting by the river bank,
stripping myself of my clothes,
destroying my I.D. so no one knows,
who I am.

Sitting on the river bank,
head submerged underwater,
committing the act of manslaughter,
on myself.

Floating by the river bank,
all is calm and serene,
not a living soul is to be seen,
and I am happy, free.