At this point,

I wish I was in my personal cell,

In myself watching everything.

I am sick,

Can't you tell?

In my eyes, I cannot see my paradise.

Now why can't I die?

It's all I wish for.

Give it to me now.


Why am I burning?

Why am I on fire?

Can you not see my desire?


Moving on with life,

Passion is replaced with dissension.

An avid display of affection,

Now filled with contention


How does this affect a person?

It is different for everyone.

Some weep and suffer while some claim retribution.


The path I tread down,

Led me to no solution.

No sense of dissolution

Would heed my call.


I proceeded to fall

But what I was not ready for

Was the insight that would shatter me.

And conduct me to take matters into my own hands.

I bide my time in prevarication,

Parched dry as a bone.


War! Wage War!

My rage roars,

My soul left me

No!

I am on fire,

I see it now,

Why I am dying.

So painful.

I never realized this much,

This is what I had asked for.


I am cured.

Can't you tell.

I open my eyes,

I see my paradise, in blaze

Suicide, a final thought.

Not one I'd like to end on,

But you took my life.

Without a will,

You have left me.