No medication can stop death entirely,
It is inevitable and planned precisely,
I wouldn’t want to live forever,
I’m not sure if I want the time I have now.
The world I live in is being destroyed,
By its predecessors and soldiers they have deployed,
Inflicted by the everlasting darkness in life,
Eternally waiting for someone to shine a light.
Negativity is transferred into this conflicted vessel,
Suffering from terminal pessimism brought upon by the devil,
When I fall the floor does not support me,
My body slams against it and crumbles beneath my feet.
I was a falling star, who was already dead,
"You should go kill yourself," she said,
I wonder if she felt better about herself,
My "best friend" put me through an unbearable hell.
Some days are magical and I believe that I can conquer the world,
Then other days I am forced to wait and hope that it will return,
Everyone seems to be happy without my presence,
I too would be happier if I did not show up for attendance.
This society has neglected my silent screams,
I can be repelled by ignorant vaccines,
I am the pessimism that brings people down,
I'm sorry for the sadness I spread around.
We start dying the second we start living,
I wish there was an easier way to stop existing,
Would anyone miss or remember me at all?
Or am I a tiny fragment in their minds waiting to dissolve?
Life is a game I am naturally bad at,
Bad habits and decisions I simply attract,
The end wants to have a word with me,
I've seen him too many times waiting for death's sweet release.
-c.m
