Central Line Terminating at My Death

Everyday I get up early to make sure that I am perfect.

I wake up to make sure the hair is right and the eyeliner exact.

I think that today will be different and I will make it through happy,

But then am quickly reminded:

The world will keep spinning without me on its surface,

And there will be someone better to replace me.

Someone who has better input than me,

And another train will pass.

But this will be my last day,

And this my last job.

This is my last input,

And the last train I catch.

I can't go on like this,

The pain is just too much.

I can last just a second more,

That last second that my feet touch.

I can stop this pain,

I can make it better.

I could end it now,

I will, I must for the better.

I know they will not care.

They probably won't even notice.

It is no louder no quieter but the same,

After a while they might get suspicious.

No one sitting quietly to them self,

No one is painting their nails.

No one doing the make up,

No one is giving the frowns.

That empty chair.

The empty train.

No one there,

But the investigators at the scene.

That last effort,

One last jump.

A jump to take away a life.

A jump to release me.

If only it was that easy.

Instead of the evil looks.

If only I got it out the way,

No more problems.

To tale away the pain would be more than I could ask.

To be released of all this hell and in happiness just bask.