if only jimminy cricket was her conscience
hush...be silent for the next minute or two...
relax...it wont take long
i promise all of the sadness will dissappeare soon
just be brave
and get it done.
rip off the bandaid
no, you dont know whats on the other side
where youll be going from here
but anywhere is better than the pace you are at...
and the temporary discmfort of a rope around your neck
will be payed off when its all done.
this noose is your wand
with it your dreams will come true
this razor is a star
that you whisper wishes to in the night
this gun
is a priod at the end of this run n sentence
its about time its just over
patience
is not an option anymore
my your patience is gone
and you have no where left to go.
so hush...relax...
feel your wishes come true
pop a couplef bottles
and softly droft away...