Thoughts of death race through my mind
Would anyone notice a light gone

Gone from this world
Gone from the pain
Gone from the Abuse
Gone from the violence

A light that never shined
Burnt out by the first slap
Burnt out by the first word
Burnt out by the first out
Burnt out by the first time

Would they notice the passing?
Would they miss the light?
Would they see the hardships?

Hardships endured through years
Years of pain and suffering
Suffering brought to an end
End of pain and misery
Misery seeing to the end of life
Life that held no joy, no love, no hope

Hope tells me though
Today is not a good Day
Not a good day to Die