Suicide or a Bacon sandwich ?
Is it me?
Is it my destiny?
maybe it’s time that I resigned.
place a rope tightly around my neck.
what the heck.
they’d only notice for a week.
It’s not a friend that I seek.
I am me, with dark thoughts of my own.
care for a while but mostly alone.
words in my head will not stop
troubled by not knowing
what the hell is wrong!
so, so tired and not very strong
feeling I simply do not belong
from a child, where did I go wrong?
dream of a million pound, a sleep at night.
does not make any difference.
I’d still awaken in the morning,
with a pain and a fright.
It’s time now, time to go.
I’ll make it quick
I was always too slow.
or maybe I’ll get up, have a bacon sandwich
then I will know!.