For now I stand here,
Waiting to die,
A slow story of time,
My death a forlorn cry.

The birds continue to chirp,
The cars continue to run,
The words of my poems,
Keep on, forever sung.

I lay here,
My room a mess,
Filled with uncertainty,
My fate balanced on a blades edge,
I scream from my soul,
Awaiting my time,
No more.
I cry.

As for people see not the secrets within,
My...