Page 19 - Fallen Thoughts

Simple

There is an astrobleme in my quaint head.
My brain feels fallen, scattered and depressed.

The pain is great and I wish I were dead,
And sometimes I think it'd be for the best.

Life comes with its own set of hardships,

Loneliness, fear, abandonment and death.
The pure piece for an apocalypse,
Haunting my mind, silently chokes my breath.

I do not want to live in this ill place
For nothing is good and pain is too firm.
I would’ve very much like to erase,

Myself from my distressing mental state.

For death seems much simpler than this cruel life
And I find myself reaching for the knife.