Swansong

 To whome it ever may concern
Which is no-one at all, i have learned
These feelings inside make me feel pissed
Knowing if im no longer i will not be missed
Its a sadfull feeling that i have no effect on anyone at all
Scream until my lungs bleed but no-one will hear my call
Suicide notes are always left for someone
But no need for one when you have no-one
It scares me to death how many times each day
I run through my mind of being perminently away
My way of thinking has change, didnt think i had the balls
But when the grim reaper speaks and its my number he calls
All you will get form me is a sigh of relief
No more pain and no more grief
A constant run of bad luck, one last thing to say
It would just be my luck i would win the lottery that day