so many city lights <br />too many cold dark nights <br />jumping of it now <br />will solve my problems how <br />i just want an end <br />not wanting to pretend <br />my life is but a joke <br />these lies that are provoked <br />but every kitchen knife <br />will try and take my life <br />the bitter sweet sorrow <br />of wating til tomarow <br />im standing on the edge <br />cars race below this ledge <br />face down i lay in pain <br />for what i want was want in vein <br />cars stop racing below the depth <br />my body soon be laid to rest <br />men begin to sit and stare <br />there looks i can not bare <br />emptiness consuming me <br />my thoughts, my beg, my plea<br /><br />Hate Me... Cus i Do<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-of-death/
