Hidden beneath your riant face,
Once vivid memories begin to fade.
Memories of that wretched jade
Who trapped you in this sobriquet.

Your jaded mind grows weary still;
Depression comes against your will.
Of all the lies you’ve had your fill;
And living like this is making you ill.

Reluctant to live, yet unwilling to die.
You’re asking the question; not wondering why.
The impenitence of society seems so nigh;
You want to give up. You want to die.