death is heavy on my mind,
i must have paced this room a hundred times,
i'm just so scared,
how many people have dared,
dared to commit horrible suicide,
i wouldnt. i would let my emotions hide,
how many accidental deaths happened today,
i doubt anyone can say,
when i die will i be free,
thats what everyone always thinks,
i sit and stare my spirits sink,
everything seems so gray and gloomy,
this house suddenly seems so roomy,
how many people have died in this town,
i look at the graveyard all i can do is frown,
who will be the next to know to die,
how hard will it make me cry,
im scared it will be my mother,
it already happened to my brother,
i feel like i cant breath anymore,
i want to run out the door,
i want to just keep running and running,
maybe the wind will help me keep breathing,
or maybe it will cut off my air supply,
maybe there i will die,
but thats not what i want or need,
i need someone to take the lead,
i cant handle this,
i want to make a fist,
to let out this anger,
it has to be danger,
its just building up inside of me,
it wont let me be,
it itches and naws at my soul,
what in life is my goal?