Last Thought A low settle rise, To a hard empty fall, The line is being cut, There's no one else to call, The pills are in my hand, The ones that take away the pain, I think I've grabbed to many, Though there's nothing more to gain, The small glass of water, To guide them down my throat, A last sent message, To support my dying hope, The walls seem to scream, My mistakes and evil memories, Take me by the arms, Throw me out into the sea, Let my head sink, Just like it seems to now, Let my vision falter, I've forgotten the meaning anyhow, Let my breath hitch, Let my body stutter, As the cold sinking ice, Sends a dying shudder, Let my soul fade, From this darkened room, Let the pieces of rubbish, Be swept by a broom, By tomorrow, I'll be ice cold, But my last thought tonight, Is suicide isn't bold.