not so perfect suicide

The night is cold, it makes you wonder
Why you can’t keep up.
What if instead of rising you are pulled under,
What happens when you’ve had enough?
It’s too late for hope, too late for tears,
Tie the rope and understand,
It’s too late to make up for so many wasted years.
No, God doesn’t love you,
No one does
You’ll feel better when it’s through.
The rope gets tight, Your breathing stops
You no longer have to fight.
You’re finally done,
But then your sister comes in and finds you
Your body is limp, your lips are blue
And through her tears you could almost hear her say

..........I love you.