Good-night

I am weak, The opposite of strong,

100 years, just seems to long.

I sit in my room and cry out my eyes,

my whole life I've been fed all these lies.

today I'm done, today it ends,

will any one care if I am dead.

I take these pills to feel no pain,

as this razor blade opens my vanes.

I close my eyes and count these sheep,

and slowly fade into eternal sleep.

at the end of the tonal I see a light,

I wish you all a peaceful Good-night.