World of Tears
I felt so sad when I got home yesterday,
sitting on the bus minding my own business,
when out of the blue the lady next to me said;
“I envy dead people!” Her skin almost blue,
her eyes so sore and red, gazing at me through
a haze of tears, “I'm in so much pain,” she declared
in a quiet voice...then looking down at her lap
she sobbed, “I want to die...the pain to disappear!”
Turning my head in a casual way I felt ashamed,
but knew I could never find the right words,
I wanted to tell her everything would be okay!
But knew she wouldn't hear what I had to say,
all I could think of was my mum and the pain
she must have felt before leaping to her death,
writing down her feelings those words in a note.
Suddenly all of life has no passion for me;
just wanting to hideaway drown in my tears,
my darkest hour approaching, as I; no longer
able to hang on to life, feeling like a hypocrite,
though I'd seen it all before...just another time
circling around this place where nobody really
cares whether we live or die, for that's all life
has to offer, day in day out going around and
around, holding on; hoping that I won't drown.
But when push comes to shove, death doesn't
seem so bad; like the song said; flying without
wings, soaring high with the birds, feeling the
breeze on my face one last time, before I take
my final breath. Then I thought of the lady on the bus.