A Lonely Monday Night

Many nights I’d pray
That tomorrow I will be ok

I would sit on the hillside
Thinking of nothing but suicide

All the feelings that I've shared
And still I become so very scared

Did you even know I was standing there?
You didn't even seem to care

My heart seems to beat a thousand times per second
While the blade has been freshly sharpened

My entire body grows with chills
After the tears run down, I pop the pills

As I have emptied the whole bottle
I just wish that one-day I could be cheerful

© Morgan Crayton