This world is changing
Things are being misplaced
and yet Im still on the verge of hanging
I'm ready to get away from the edge
and get on with my life

Continuanlly, I still ask myself is it worth it
Instead of just getting on the edge and dropping
Would it be easy enough to just fall
To end all of my problems
Will hurt as much as being thrown into a wall

This sensation to end my life
grows stronger
because I continue to ask for that knife
I care no longer
I yell reaper come sir use that scythe.

I wait and I wait and I wait
I say reaper am I not worthy
Is this not my fate
I know I have sinned is that why you
torture me more than I can bare.

Make me suffer with this pain
this guilt
this overwhelming power
so I can die
and no one care.

Here I am asking for death
and you don't come forfth
I'm treated as if I don't matter why wont you come
rather its west east south or north
why won't you take my soul

Far away a voice so small
a raspy voice so rough
a dark figure lurks high and tall
a wisper a wisper is all he bares
I listen and I don't understand

What is that you say
Speak sir speak more
Is this not my day
Reaper just open that door
let me pass through to the afterlife.

I no longer belong
Take me to the land of which there is no return
Is it so wrong
Please lay me down to rest
Provide with eternal peace.

Then, I see that scythe
and i'm
there
no longer.