Suicide Is Freedom

Suicide is freedom.
It can't be any worse
than the agony I'm in.
To feel pain, then nothing,
Is release from the curse.
Those who love me: understand.
My life has been nothing
but horrifyingly adverse.
I am nothing but a drag
on everyone around,
on the whole universe.
It is better if I go.

The End of The Tunnel

At the end of the tunnel
there should be a light
or so I've been told.


It could be a train you know
or it could be hope;
how will it unfold?


So I walk towards the light
outcome uncertain;
my fate uncontrolled.


The path becomes constricted
too tight to turn back;
what's to be unfolds.


The light now becomes larger
and brighter I see;
to the path I hold.


Too late I see what it is
I hear it now too.
The train I behold.


"Oh well, "I say to myself.
"It's over now, Me."
Why is it so cold?


Now I see another light
and tunnel ahead
calling to my soul.


So, it's been foretold.

Slamming Doors

Hearing the sound of slamming doors,
Immediate interception
and being followed.
Recipe for paranoia
or for a growing awareness
of people afraid.
It really is disheartening
or maybe more like depressing:
Why do I exist?
If people want me gone that much
maybe I should disappear
so they can relax.
Get on with your lives, I'm not worth
the anxiety I cause in you.
I'd never harm you.
It hurts that you need to avoid
me so much you go and hide.
But I understand.
So I will say, "Goodbye" to you
and to the world which hates me so.
I am so sorry...