![]() |
This is a poem about wanting to die... |
| As I lie in my bed, I hope that my life; Will come to an end. Time keeps passing by, As the clock slowly shows; But when will I go? Only God knows. If there is a way, Could you please tell me now? For me to go sooner, And how. By taking this gun, And putting it to my head; I pull the trigger, And now I'm dead. |