Desire to survive is part of my imagination.
Death and I are having too many conversations.
System full of drugs, ready to die tonight.
I know all my problems will disappear in another life.
Dropping a perc in a can of sprite.
A chance of overdosing is a huge might.
Packed luggage of pain, boarding my last flight.
When I'm gone, I promise you everything is going to be alright.
Retraced steps of little hope.
Sitting on the edge of a ridge trying not to mope.
Severe depression is not a joke.
I'm ready to end it all, someone call the pope.
Diving in a pool of drugs, don't get in my way.
Dying in my sleep is my version of a better day.
Some people think death is an easy way out.
Mental depletion from being in a drought.
Silent tears, no strength left to shout.
Path of death following without a scout.
Freedom from suffering is worth any price.
Maybe I'll be better in another paradise.
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