It’s okay.
It’s alright.
Everything’ll be fine
if I end it tonight.
There ain’t nothing to dying
when you’re already dead.
All I have is this hurt.
My heart’s heavy like lead.
The world would be better
without the likes of me.
I’m a second rate citizen.
Trust me, you’ll see.
Oh, I may be young,
but I’ve aged more than my years.
Not enough joy.
Too many tears.
I should do it right now.
No one would care.
I’m useless and defective.
A total waste of air.
No, I don’t fear it.
I envy death.
Everything’ll be fine
when I sigh my last breath.
Written by
Tammy Fay Siboloski