My Last Hours

I sit here hours upon hours. the time just towers and towers, I feel the life from within me draining, leaking, peeling away, from my pumping heart. The fact that I shall never live, past this long dreary day, brings hope to me, No longer will anyone need to serve me, against thier confused will. I can sense from within that they hate it, they hate me even though they refuse to show it. They're afraid to come out, afraid to tell me the truth. So I have made the best choice ever in my sorrow filled life. For someone has to die so someone else can live, Why not me?! I have no importance. No importance in anyone's life besides pestering them. So as the Bells of Richmond rang twelve, I walked my final walk, into the cool, crisp Thames, relieving life of the pessimism that I brought to it. Relieving my lovers of the weight they had been carrying my whole life. The weight of my... existance. The weight of Mrs. Virginia Woolf.