And you said you would come
Just as soon as you could,
That the moment should be
When the moment was good.

Well the moment has passed
And its passing today,
I’m not gonna last.
Not another two days.

So this is my ending
It hurts me to say.
I’m tired of pretending
That I’ll be okay.

I’d rather start over.
I’d rather start clean
Far from the droves of
Unending machines.

How can I live
If I stay or I go.
What I would give,
For a life I could hold.

Five years of torture,
The more good I do.
This isn’t living.
This shouldn’t be true.

No more “tomorrow.”
No more “two days.”
Damn it I’m dying here.
All I can say.

- Written by Anna V. Williams in March 2008
Probably the 15th