All at once it seems so bleak,

The desperate clawing of a tortured soul.

To run away from all the pain,

Only to turn around once again,

Having to face what makes me go insane.

Hanging on by a hair,

My sense of judgment gone down the drain.

Bobbing in an endless sea of gloom,

Slipping under helplessly,

It's not hard to face my imminent doom.

The knife and the cord,

All set out on the table before me.

I have to choose to live or die,

In a merciless world with little more than grief,

But tell me why it hurts more just to say good-bye.

A stage is bare and empty

As the curtains draw down at the close.

My life is in danger; falling into a deep dark hole,

All because of the phantom menace,

That lurks with in my tormented soul.

The dawn is coming, but the night is still near,

There's still time left to make my decision.

To be or not to be,

What a fucking stupid question,

The answer is all to clear to me.

I pick up the blade and the rope,

And hurl them at the ground.

I collapse to my knees in quivering sobs,

My defeat by my conscience almost worse than my sorrow,

It's impossible to stop my aching heart as it throbs.

It all went wrong!

Things weren't supposed to happen this way.

The stars twinkle as if to taunt me at my failure.

I scream my agony at the shimmering lights,

My spirit torn to a million pieces,

As my voice dies off into the waning night.

AN: Another true story of my life. Depressing isn't it? But then again, I am going through depression. All flames welcome. Reality can be so cold…