SUICIDE
Pen to paper
the last resort
when there is nothing to say
But so much
to talk about.
I feel pain
in every part of my body
and heavy
too much burdon
to carry.
I always hated this town
seems lately
all I have done
is bury the dead
in this town.
Life's not easy Jase
I know that
There's nothing I can say now
Like I'm sorry
and
I wish you had called.
I feel tired
and sore all over
and I can't really deal with this -
I don't know how
and
I loved you.
Maybe we should talk more
Would that have changed things?
copyright 1995, Unikorn Stardancer
