AT LAST I WILL BE FREE

I have died a thousands deaths, what would one more hurt? It only seems appropriate, since everyone's so curt. This time will be the final one, with no more of life's pain. It all seems so fitting, since my life was lived in vain. I've touched a life here and there, but left with hurt and shame. It seems as though my dying, will be my only fame. When for me it's over. Please don't shed a tear. For when I needed someone, no one was ever here. So if I go tomorrow, just let my memory die. Burn all that is left of me, and throw my ashes into the sky. Let the wind carry them, as far as the eye can see. For at last I'll have peace, at last I will be free.