The Choice

I don’t know how to live
I have so much love to give
Although no one to give it to
My friends left me too
I think I should quit
I don’t like life a bit
I’ve thought about this before
I’ll never be anything more
Just a pathetic waste of space
No one wants to see my face
Everyday I think about death
As I work my way through the meth
Now, more than ever before
I am welcoming death to my door
Over the ridge
Up to the bridge
The water is cold and rocky below
I will be gone in a single blow
There’s no written letter
This way it’s better
The wind blows in my eyes
Drowning out my dreadful cries
I look down and close my eyes
I’ve finally made the choice to die