Ending the pain and the Misery

Ending the Pain and Misery

 

The more depressed I get,

The closer I feel myself attempting Death,

Or even injuries to enter hospitals…

 

The closer Death is feeling,

The urge to attempt gets even closer,

But I restrain myself from doing so…

 

I always imagine feeling cold,

Like I am dying right at that moment,

My pain and misery stopping…

 

I feel myself getting closer to attempt,

I would like to feel as I am just a spirit,

Walking about the Earth as I am not a memory…

 

I want to place a blade against my wrists,

To feel more pain since it’s all I feel,

To end my pain and misery…

 

Placing a blade to my wrists,

A gun to my head or stomach,

Anything to just end my pain…

 

 

The more pain and misery I have,

The more I want to attempt to end this life,

The more I want to see Death himself…

 

Dear Death,

      I can’t wait to see you for myself,

      To see how it feels to be dead,

      To be one of the walking spirits of the Earth…

 

      To be one of those who are trapped in a place of misery,

      Since nothing could cheer me at all,

      To be out of one world of misery to another…

 

Sincerely,

      A Miserable Soul.