Poetry in a Psychosis State

Suicide

I want to die

Not by some weird accident

nothing unexpected

I want control and deep planning

I want the satisfaction of knowing that I'm in the driver's seat

that I'm no longer standing by

numbly

day by day,

watching the world go by,

ticking like a blur

a million miles an hour.

I want to die.

Please give me control to accept what is.

and what will not be.