Scent of Rain

Nights consumed by the scent of rain

Hold sad attempts to walk away pain

Leading myself to a wet lane with no lights in sight for cars to come

Allow them to hit me I might

It is the constant taunts by my own thoughts

Pushing me to suicide tonight

Laying and waiting for my last take of air

I think of my sanity

How it was never there

Headlights approach

I hope it is someone I know

Maybe someone I held close

To take the life of a friend they did not know

As they move closer

I get colder

Dying young

Rather than older

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