My life seems a wasted effort, no matter how hard I try;
Looks like the only solution is to lie down and die.
The voices I hear keep egging me on,
But if I do what they want, I'll just be a pawn.
So I'll do what 'I' want and to Hell with them all!
This should be fun, at least 'til my fall.
Then the pieces of my life will be all swept away,
And will I be remembered fondly?--well, maybe, some day.
It might be better if I had family or friends,
Someone to talk to and thus make amends.
But now it seems that I'm all on my own--
Sure, I have 'people' around, but I still feel alone.
Worthless and shattered, I just can't go on,
Will anyone even notice, when I am gone?
I remember a poem that covers it all,
It could be an epitaph, for my final fall.