LOST  HOPE

The voice in my head, telling me I'm better off dead.
It will only take one bullet in a gun, that will  get the
job done.

I lost all hope, why not end it all with a rope. A dark
voice saying I can jump off a bridge, maybe a rocky
ridge.

I have so many ways to end my life, I can cut myself
with a knife. I didn't know to commit suicide, it was
hard to decide.

I have so much sorrow, I don't want to put this off
till tomorrow. Hey that woman looked at with a big
smile, death can wait awhile.