By Chelsea a.k.a. Wishkres
Rated: PG-13
Author's Note: Okay, I'm really starting to scare myself. I am NOT suicidal. Where the heck is this stuff COMING from?! Why is everything I write dark and gloomy and... okay, that's enough. *freak out session ends*
This is my first attempt at writing a poem to turn it into a song, not writing a song to turn it into a poem. That... sounded incredibly stupid. The song is about a girl (well, it doesn't haven't to be a girl, but it's easier that way) who lost faith in her life and friends. She's contemplating suicide. I hope this song will make some sense, but okay, enough, enjoy.
Verse 1:
Just maybe,
A wish could possibly come true.
Perhaps a friend will still come through.
And maybe,
It will be worth to try and cope.
Or maybe,
There will be just another day.
Another chance, another way.
So maybe,
It's crazy but... don't you think there is hope...
Chorus:
Tomorrow?
But what will we see today?
Is it worth it anyway?
Those death solutions still sustain --
Please tell me how can I refrain?
But now there's nothing left to do.
What dreams are left to still pursue?
My choice -- I will not abstain.
I can't remain...
Verse 2:
Just end it.
'Cause you know I am so afraid.
Can't stand the thought I was betrayed.
Just end it.
Don't want to take it anymore.
Just end it.
It hurts so much, don't want to cry.
I want a chance, don't want to try.
Just end it.
Please help me I... still must stop this all before...
Chorus:
Tomorrow.
But what will we see today?
Is it worth it anyway?
Those death solutions still sustain --
Please tell me how can I refrain?
But now there's nothing left to do.
What dreams are left to still pursue?
My choice -- I will not abstain.
I can't remain...
Bridge:
I ask for help,
It comes, I cower.
I hear the words,
I shield the power.
My choice -- I will not abstain.
I can't remain.
So here I am,
No more contend.
No backing out,
This time's the end.
My choice -- I will not abstain.
I can't remain...
Verse 3:
Was so close.
I almost did; I did decide.
I can't believe I almost died.
Was so close.
And suddenly it was all clear.
Was so close.
I tried to hide it all inside.
But then I stopped -- I actually cried.
Was so close.
I resolved it all... with a sob and single tear...
Chorus:
There's still tomorrow.
I saw it all flash by today.
And yes, it's worth it I can say.
Those death solutions still sustain
But I think I can refrain.
I'm sure there's something left to do.
I'll find a dream to still pursue.
My choice -- I can still abstain.
I will remain...
Once again, I ask, no, I beg for reviews. Make me happy! This depressing stuff is killing me!