The Perfect Time

I’m tired of everything
Of being responsible
Of being accountable
For actions I’m done with

The truth is I’m sick
Of all that’s around me
My chores and my job
And all it entails

My wish is to die
And leave this world alone
There’s nothing for me here
No one that will care

If I time it just right
No one will know
Until it’s too late
And I’ve accomplished my task

No sane person sees
The terror within
Or the weariness that’s here
Of what the world has to offer

I’m finished with trying
It’s getting too hard
There’s no sleep to comfort
To give me a break

The decision’s been made
It’s a matter of when
All my affairs are in order
But no note to end
©2007