The Final Plan

When you feel like there's nothing left,
Of yourself or the life that you've made.
It's so easy to envision your own death,
When you feel lonely enough to be erased.

It may be just like you've imagined it to be,
With all your emotions that twist and shift.
You want nothing more than to be set free,
while angery you hit walls with your two fists.

Life for some is one agonizing tortuous ride,
Instead of making something out of yourself.
You instead start planning your own suicide,
An idea that you got from a book on a shelf.

My life is filled with so much pain and anguish,
My so called friends continued to spread rumors,
So today I choose my life to permantly relinquish,
Because to me all of my flaws are seen as tumors.