Train

Lay down on the tracks in the dead of night,
in front of a train with no light.
Hold your breath and count to ten,
Soon it will all be at an end.

You can live no longer with this dread,
you think of yourself better off dead.
Your heart and soul are now in mangles,
since for your life is full of tangles.

You dare not look into a mirror,
to see yourself so full of fear.
Your head is beginning to throb and pound,
as your world comes crashing down.

A month ago your car was towed,
a week ago your house foreclosed.
Your wife left for a better man,
taking your children by the hand.

So close your eyes and just let go,
be freed from your grief and woe.
The whistle blows the metal clanks,
as you die, you whisper, "Thanks".