An oblivious dream,
About failed dreams, hurting everyone I love,
I stare at my reflection in the mirror,
Sheer revulsion to everything I see,
I cry and wish I wasn’t me.
Life’s cruel jokes I cannot bear,
These pills just give cheap thrills with faux peace,
Memories of anguish and regret shall only hound,
Near and dear ones won’t understand the reason for this misfortune,
They think my broken heart can take these sorrows,
Just tired of failures and these secrets,
I shall abide my thought of ending it all.
Screaming, howling, a final frantic desperate shout,
Save me from this pain and agony,
My 9mm pistol, my only friend,
Trusted friend of mine I keep you close to my heart,
Promise me the pain will be sharp and the end will be near before the sight of my blood.
As they say the night belongs to the poets and the madmen,
I am the mad poet whose verses are dreary,
I haven’t shared my words which depicts my feeble soul carrying the burden of absurd egoism,
I pray to the narcissistic God to reward me a meaningful death.
I am trying to gather every bit of courage left in me,
The time I have been waiting for shall soon be here,
When I shall have no pain and no fear,
I have made up my mind,
My head is filled with the thoughts of ending it all.
This is freedom, freedom from shackles of society, freedom from rigid expectations of the loved ones, freedom from reality and thousand voices whispering don’t be afraid to end it all.