• Falling swiftly through the floor,
    My poor body can’t take much more.
    Burning sorrow, blunted knife,
    All I want is to take this life.
    Boundless hate and driving pain,
    Forces tears to fall like rain.
    Calling out, they can’t hear,
    Anxious words tinged with fear.
    Desperate times call for desperate measures,
    All because those of a feather, flock together.