The seventh week has come and gone; since those words I heard, "Goodbye". Eyes's turned upward, prayers to Heaven; they say, "Please, just let me die". Let me sleep, let my wearied head rest. Let my eyes never open, to the dawning out west. I just want to sleep, a bottle of pills. Let this ache be deadened, this grief that refills. Let me fall into an unfeeling sleep. Pain never felt before. Endlessly asleep, I don't want to wake up on my own anymore. There must be something better, behind death's sleep this I know. Let me fall asleep forever, I really want to go. Oh please give me the courage, to knock on Heaven's door. Let me go, I don't want to wake on my own anymore.
Reason for writing:
Suicide.
Birth sign: Not entered
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