1997 

Here I sit with the bottle of pills in my hand;

Thinking to myself, do I want to leave this land?

A part of me answers yes, the other no.

The last bringing with it questions whose answers I do not know.

What entities will be seen if I die tonight?

Will I finally see the end to all of my pain and strife?

Will I enter into that bright, blinding light?

Or am I doomed to enter into darkness darker than night?

Here I stand with the knife in my hand;

Thinking to myself do I want to leave this land?

Do I go, or do I stay?

I think I must go for, I see no other way.

There's too much heartache, and too many tears.

The only things stopping me are my fears.

What entities will be seen if I die tonight?

Will I finally see the end to all of my pain and strife?

Will I enter into that bright, blinding light?

Or am I doomed to enter into darkness darker than night?

Here I lay with the gun in my hand;

Thinking to myself, do I want to leave this land?

I think I must be some kind of failure,

Because my problems just keep getting bigger.

So I place my finger upon the trigger,

And hope that my desolation will finally splinter.

What entities will be seen if I die tonight?

Will I finally see the end to all of my pain and strife?

Will I enter into that bright, blinding light?

Or am I doomed to enter into darkness darker than night?

There my body lays being entered into the ground.

The answers to my questions I never found.

The pain hurt so much and hurt so bad,

I had to end my life

I had to end it, no matter who it may have made sad.

So now I sit, stand and lay

With my body in the ground, and my soul in space.

Now I am here, wherever I am,

Wondering if I should have given a damn.

What entities will be seen if I die tonight?

Will I finally seen the end to all of my pain and strife?

Will I enter into that bright, blinding light?

Or am I doomed to enter into darkness darker than night?

Dionne K. Kelly

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