Does the rain wash away pain?
Either way it would be in vain.
I walk alone along this path,
a tunnel dark but somehow rain.
At this pace, I'll leave no trace, for this is a race.

Loved ones will cry when I die,
but will anyone else?
Feet bare but I do not care,
much worse are the pains inside.
I tie a noose, it's time I'm set loose.
Pain shall fade, as it is laid to rest.
Goodbye, I tried my best.