Why must I wake each day and take a breath?

When all I can see is my impending death

I’ve tried so hard to have a good life

But all I seem to do is end up in strife

My premature death would surely cause woe

But for god’s sake people, just let me go

On familial relationships I’ve put a strain

All I’m trying to do is ease the pain

My whole life I’ve been one big fake

I know now that was a mistake

I know my passing would cause untold grief

But suicide being a sin is just your belief.