Thoughts.thoughts

Thoughts of dying

How could I do this

How would it be

Just go to sleep

If only it was just me

I would

I could

You are not here

You are there

Where would I go

How would it be

Just so tired 

No one here 

No one there 

Just sleep

I can’t do this life

Not much more 

If I had a knife

To cut right 

Through

I would 

You know

It would be over

This life

It would be done

No more pain

No more getting through each day 

The sun would set

Over the ocean

Sweet waves 

Washing it away 

All the pain 

Of this day 

Gone with the wind

And the rain

Of this day 

 By Anonymous