Poem: Death brings mercy
I feel like my own soul is killing me
I'm drowning in these feelings
I would want to cut my heart out
Give it to someone else and go on
I want to leave my body, mind and heart behind
If only I could pick and choose
What of me to get rid of and what to keep
I just want to find a tree and a sturdy noose
If someone would tell me
Mr, promise you,
This kill will be the end
I would go for it and say adios to the world
I just imagine myself
Cremated, ashes scattered
Maybe my death would bring more good
Than my life does