I admit it, I'm afraid.

Darkness is coming, the pain is delayed.

I never thought my life would end like this.

A handful of pills and cuts on my wrist.

So sing me to sleep and ease me into my enternal rest.

I know there is nothing, but nothing must be better than being so depressed.

A ringing fills my ears and over takes the heart wrenching silence.

I admit it, I am afraid.

But I still don't wish that I had stayed.

And then I awake, moments later in my bed.

My breath is heavy and there's a pounding in my head.

I dreamt of what I wanted most, freedom.

A death without martyrdom.

But now I get up and start my day.

Yet I know, The nothing would be different if I faded away.