Suicide

I sit and contemplate...
Why my life has been dealt with such a fate?
Is it a crime for my loving you deep inside, that I must turn and hide?
Your feelings never show, how you feel for me I will never know?
Probably just contempt and hate.

So with much sorrow and despair, I must now contemplate a permanent repair.
A short but painful end may be just what is around the bend for me.

It's too late, you have already just sealed my fate. You love me not, so now I must set a date to end my life...
For you that just might be great?

Goodbye my love, I must not be late for I have a date with my own fate. Just a short walk into the lake...