This sweet sorrowful suicide
is the surrender to the story of my life.
As it all goes up in flames
I can still hear their names.
As the wind blows through the trees
I wonder if I'm still asleep
because this feels so much like a dream.
It feels like a nightmare, when will I wake?
When will I feel the sun shining on my face?
But the sun wont come out to play today.
So I sit here with tears flowing from my eyes
pondering the pitiful demise
of this process known as life,
and all I can do is cry.

As lightning streaks across the sky
I sit on this ledge and I wonder why.
Why does it have to be this way?
Why can't the happiness ever stay?
A day, a week, a month, a year
Will you still be waiting here?
By my side, through thick and thin,
through the times when I feel like giving in
to the thoughts that my heart is too broken to mend.
Is this really how I want it to end?....