The urge to die shouldn't be so intense
The thought clouds my mind
So thick and so dense

Its strange to contemplate my fate
My life passing by
Like a forgotten date

I often wander if I have the power
To shoot myself
Or leap from a tower

I could only imagine the relief it would bring
but the grief left behind
Would make the devil sing

You'r friends would mourn parents cry
And all I did
was simply die