I'm feeling so trapped, yet empty inside,
I can't take my thoughts, of loves suicide.
I want you to care, to be there for me,
to tell me thoughts and, put my heart at ease.
I'm fighting the fight, I've fought for so long,
it hurts just to much, I just can't go on.
I'm sorry that I, didn't say good-bye,
I just couldn't let, you see my heart cry.
The pain that I'm in, the hurt just won't leave,
the love that I tried, so hard to retreve.
I'm ready to die, I'm not scared one bit,
the feeling of peace, the second I hit.
This is my last choice, I'll make in my life,
just one thing to much, I give up the fight.
I regret nothing, it made me myself,
I pray no one feels, the pain that I've felt.
So many nights cried, so many lost tears,
though nobody knows, my souls weaped for years.
Now this is the end, though you might dispise,
the choice that I made, as I hence tonight.
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Keith A. Lynema