i cease the cry
see the bags
under those weary eyes
those black circles forming
searching for a lie
im fine, just tired
another piece of me dies
its partly true
i am so tired
tired of life
i must be miswired
yes, something is wrong
up in my brain
i cant handle this
someone take the rein
but no ones there
im all alone
i curl in a ball
no feelings shown
i feel a numbness
after years of depression
maybe therapy
no i cant afford the sessions
maybe just scream
oh, i know!
ill go to the closet
and make a show!
i write a letter
farewell, bid you a due
i clear out my closet
even my shoes
make a noose
out of the rope
i'll do this right!
finally some hope
i kick the stool
out of the way
and finally the end
of my days