Life is harsh
By sobbing it out
It's left me empty, parched
Empathy?ecstacy?
They're now dead to me.
Isolation often offers support
As the joy from my soul, would now deport
Suicidal thoughts, so infinite and vast
In depression my sprit'd often bask.
As every syllable, ever consonant dares to be my last,
I lie awake and lounge in the past.
For uncountable tears offer no emotional benefit
Free flowing, they bare no deficit .
Mere words seed saplings of effort,
While tight hugs sprout ultimate comfort;
But right around the corner, inviting the beholder,
Death's open arms offer remorse at its crest.
And in his very arms I find eternal rest.
