Goodbye Thoughts

(Italian rhyme scheme and pentameter)

Insanity seems more like me then not.

I search throughout my mind and find in time

My insides plastered bits of dust and grim,

As if the cleaning lady had forgot.

I’m pleading please do not leave me to rot!

My feelings hurt, in pain I retch and rhyme.

Too bad, so sad, poor baby, end your time.

To commit that kind, death I only sought.

But I, not strong, but weak and always wrong,

My life is only something I must ride.

Yet, seems a very neglected like song.

To bundle up in a comfortable pride,

My suffering has gone on way too long.

It’s time; lets end it, thoughts of suicide.