my mind is failing,

each thought flailing,

as I sink back into pits of despair...

my soul is screaming,

I must be dreaming,

why doesn't this seem fair?

I want to yell,

escape from my hell,

frustration tears at my hair...

they offer their help,

I feel as weak as a whelp,

trying to breathe fresh air...

I can't help it,

I've become a hypocrit,

as my thoughts drift to death...

they know I'm unwell,

it's not hard to tell,

more morbid than MacBeth...

it seems the only way,

I plan more each day,

this is the only option left...

sharp kiss of steel,

a release feeling unreal,

as I leave no regret...

. . . goodbye