Less than nothing.
This is the end? Dare I disagree
How can it end if it never began?
A wasted life, a wasted existence
Such a withered husk to ever be called a man.
Is the thought of happiness so hard to bear?
Dare I ask for peace and friendship before my end?
Never, for it should be hard to find peace and friendship
When I've no one I can honestly call a friend.
My time is coming with the click of the hammer.
My finger on the trigger, a bead of sweat on my face,
The muzzle of the gun is pointing between my eyes,
Ready to leave forever this horrible place.
Final is the world beyond my gaze
Nobody will miss me, know it to be true
And who will find this suicide note?
An unfortunate person, maybe someone like you.
Lament, I say, in this time of need.
For what could possibly be worse
Then being alone in the world
Living the loner's curse?
Now I close my eyes to dull the tears
Forget the air of what's to come
Remember the life I've led thus far
Through school, work, a