2 am, 3 am
I'll never get to sleep
The only way I know -- is die.

I fantasize my death
Each and every night
Only then -- the peace of sleep.

My body broken -- ravaged
Accident or disease
I can change the cause or reason
It is the effect that I need.

I cannot move my body
It is paralized with pain
"I'm going to die" they tell me
Final peace at last.

My family come to visit
To say their last goodbyes
They stand around with fear and pain
Reget is in their eyes.

The words they say are soothing
Words I've longed to hear
"I love you" and "I'm sorry"
They cry and say they'll change.

"I am sorry "  I tell them
They had their only chance
To prove they loved their daughter
But now it is too late.

Perhaps I can forgive them
They'll never really know
'cause that's the time I choose to die
And cry myself to sleep.