“How do I Live On?” 

How do I live on, when everyone’s gone?
Now I feel destroyed, my heart’s just a void.
I avoid the sun, never seeing dawn.
I’m now paranoid, also unemployed.

Each day I wake up, I am dead inside.
Something inside me, it’s eating my soul.
No one to console, seas of tears I cry.
I can’t shake it off, it’s evil and cold.

I go to the pub, each day feeling numb.
I keep on drinking, my problems away.
Yet, each time I wake, that feeling still comes.
They keep haunting me, It just comes and stays.

I just want to sleep, I’m just too tired.
I’ve tried everything, nothing seems to work.
No one understands, this problem, dire.
I now have to leave, my looming death, lurks.

I walk down the stairs, calm and quietly.
Stool and noose I see, both awaiting me.
I then tie the noose, with anxiety.
Moved the stool with glee, while I’m saying “Free!”

“Free at last, from pain!” I say whilst I weep.
Standing on the stool, noose around my throat.
Done! It’s overcome! I’m ready to sleep.
I then kick the stool. ThiS MY FINAL NOTE-!