Dawn
Subject to another day
Spawn
Gifted this life of dismay
This despicable existence
Is an unwanted
Continuation
Of actuality
Tormented
By obstinate concepts
Of mortal desertion
Pondering
Wondering
About tomorrow"Dear loved ones"
The letter to
My family
Containing my location and reality
The words scattered down
Ink staining the page
Signed with love
I write this life away
Depression
Persisting
I disgust myself and bathe within this self-hatred
The stench of the human race
What the mirror reflects is not my face
Dysthymic realizations
Synonymous with the darkest of exaggerations
For far too long
This has been bottled in
Approaching with haste
The ending of my sentience
Decisions
The hardest choice I've ever had to make
Contemplation
Of why to carry on
Persisting thoughts
Onsetting the departure from this world
The dawning of my expiration
My expiration
To make peace with death
To tie the noose, or to use my knife?
How will I end this wretched life?
To sway from the branches weightlessly
Or to slash these veins and drain endlessly
The visualization of your own end
Reminiscing about those you've called friend
A planned departure from this world so grand
My family
I beg you'll understand