Shakespeare's last tragedy

If I said - Here, try my life,

the past and present, rampant and rife.

Would the damage done - the pain, the fear -

be in thought though subconsciously,

ever so clear.

Would you do as I, burdened by such pressure,

seek escape through a high, hopefully end life's pleasure.

If you would do as I, then your knowledge is old to me,

I seek out the changers, those who think slightly differently.

For rock bottom I surmised, would be the finals of addiction,

as it rips my mind and f***s my life, little to no conviction.

Does this sound appealing, a liars life of dread.

Where nothing you can do will bring back silence to your head.

This role-play and foreplay, is a sick twisted mask.

Have I made a mistake sifting through thoughts of past,

In the distance to save me a soft sounding siren - 

while I'm tied up and strapped down - this mental asylum.

So once more to you,

I offer this life full of savagery -

Could you handle such terror?

Or is this Shakespeare's last tragedy?