I walk to the store,
A soft smile on my face
I think about my plan
I buy some helium and a drawstring bag
No one should suspect anything
Surely I’m only planning a party for my friend.
Right?
But inside I know
Today’s my last day alive.
I go home from the store,
the drawstring bag and helium kit in hand
I walk up to my room,
Saying that I’m preparing the ballons
When I’m really heading to my demise
I secure the bag around my head,
And then I insert the tube
To fill it with helium
My head feels fuzzy
I’m dizzy
I start to fall over
My eyelids feel heavy.
I hear someone calling my name
But it’s faint.
I couldn’t care less
It’s dark now
But I see a light
It’s calling me.
I think I\'ll check it out...