Suicide

        The heart is lonely                      

        The eyes are sad 

        The mouth breathes gently

        Why's it so bad

              The mind is restless

              The spirits unfree

              The struggles look endless

              Is it meant to be?

        The pulse is weak

        The beat, slower

        Hate is at peak

        With memories gone older

             And now it's old

             It's finely upended

             The warm has gone cold

             Life is finally ended.