I need to tell you something..

So I lay here

close to the wall

and hear the birds call

for the death has been coming near

There is a secret

I haven't told them

I can't let them worry

And I can't let them see

I smile at the laughs

Pretending they won't be the last

And getting ready

to hang my wrists

Yet all truths

have an end

And its done

to play pretend

I need to tell you all something

I'm dying