Just stop at the sign.

Sometimes things get so bad that all I can think of is death.

When would it come?

How would it come?

Things just go through my mind,

and I just think that everything will just end.

No more mocks.

No more insults.

No more being laughed at.

Or made into jokes.

Need not pretend.

Nor put on a fake smile.

Or wear the same old mask everday.

Need not go through all those tiresome times.

And depressing ones like now.

It's all good when you grow wings and fly up.

Everything else just goes away.

Death is all I think off.

Stop me.

I know I don't need to think so.

Just stop me.