I'll be nothing in the morning as the dew quietly descends upon the grass.
It's funny how time eludes us.
I've a little sand left in my hour glass.
I hope that when I cross your mind, you will not be sad.
Instead, I hope you remember the good times and that it hurts whenever you laugh.
I'll be nothing in the morning.
You'll see me no more after today, for my journey soon ends.
Goodbye family and friends.
Don't hate me for abandoning you this way.
I know we shall meet again one day.
I'll be nothing in the morning, at least you still have me today.
So tell me everything you want me to know, and say what you need to say.
Because tomorrow, I will know no sorrow.
My body will be free from it's laden pain.
Behold, I have planned the sweetest escape.
I'm hoping for clear skies, let there be no rain.