• The house stands still,
    as it becomes darker.

    The bottle of which i hold,
    is now bear and empty.

    my thoughts left alone,
    as it starts creeping up to my throat.

    i've tried writing this letter several times before,
    but i havent mustered up any tears.

    life but its self has become such a chore,
    only waiting for this chapter to end.

    how many people i have let down,
    what a world.

    i step off,
    and everything becomes a bit brighter.