You sit in your little, dark room
        Your mind filled with desperation and gloom
Your heart aching with anger and pain
        Freedom from hurt you wish to gain
One last letter you start to write
        Stating facts of your final plight
The words flow from your pen with ease
        Like leaves bowing to the breeze
No one will ever get to know
        In your heart, a ray of sun does glow
Pills you take to make you sleep
        Pray the Lord, your soul will keep
When they find you lying there
        Their turn, the pain to bear