I woke up feeling lonely, like nobody even know me
i get up so weak i fell, but it didn't hurt,
it was sting an alert, that I'm dying all alone
people left me on my own
without purpose, without hope
i will hang up my first rope.

How do I sound? You hearing suicide?
I'm like the one bride, who eventually died.
Meaning of this story's secret that I keep
written in the verses, I wrote before my sleep.