Contemplating

As I stand upon this chair

 

I realize I do not even care

 

This world is more than I can stand

 

So I hold this rope in my hand

 

 

Hide myself away from the Sun

 

In my hand I hold a loaded gun

 

Think about putting it to my head

 

Pulling the trigger until I am dead

 

 

Going to slice and slice until I bleed

 

No longer this pain inside do I need

 

Am going to use the point of this knife

 

This world is going to kill my life

 

 

Sitting alone in the dark contemplating

 

I am getting tired of all this waiting

 

Should I really do what I want to do

 

I just hope that in the end I am through