It's Friday and you're at
You know it's your last day, but no one else does.
It's a long hard day, but you take it harder than anyone
The bell rings, so you say goodbye to your friends. It's the
last time you will see them, but they don't know that.
It's Sunday night and you've had enough. You know
You grab your knife, that rope, those pills.
You're hurting, you're crying, but you want and NEED to do
It's over. Done. Finished.
You just killed yourself. There's no turning back now.
It's Monday morning.
A normal day for everyone will soon change.
Everyone expected you to turn up today, but you're not
No one knows why, but why would they care?
They soon find out what you did and don't know how to
They thought "they never saw the signs" or "this is
But to me, you know what's so unexpected?
All of you pretend to care when I'm gone.
I'm sorry, but it's too late then.