One Last Week Left In May

Enough is enough you tell yourself. You wish you had a sense of stealth. You wish to leave this frail life Even if it’s with a knife. No one hears your ragged screams I guess it’s just as bad as it seems. You look at yourself in the mirror And see that one long lost tear. You wipe it away trying to hide As if it could erase all that you lied. Regret is all bittersweet For now you’re dying in the heat. You plan ahead to the day To that one last week in May. You thought your signs were good enough That you showed them nothing tough. You took your life at the end But nothing ever seemed to bend. They saw your locker in the hall And wish they had just given a call. You tried to stay strong for your mom but you decided to become a bomb. It plays every night in their dreams To make them replay everything. They could have helped you that one day That one last week left in May.