Looked around, there’s no one left,
To catch me when I fall.
Wouldn’t want to be rescued anyway,
I seem to have lost it all.
All is lost and in disarray,
My existence is just a charade.
Things I think while dancing,
On the edge of a razor blade.
I’d really like to kill myself,
No hope for me by half.
For if Rick Sanchez can’t even make it,
What possible chance do I have?
An unwanted journey has begun,
From which I’d like to disembark.
My mind has been slowly sliding,
From the light into the dark.
When did I lose my purpose?
Where did I lose my song?
Everything is dark and cold,
I’ve been empty for so long.
2019 was quite the year,
Suffered many hammer blows,
And while I though I hid it well,
My kitten always knows…
You won’t hear it in my voice,
Or see it in my expression.
Because I’ve learned to hide it when
I’ve been bitch-slapped by depression.
Such a delightful sunny day,
Perfect for frolicking in the park.
But I’m at work being self-destructive,
For my mind and soul are dark.