My head, my bloody mind
In a terrible tormenting bind.
Confused and seemingly lost,
Thoughts are aimlessly tossed.
What the hell’s going on down,
My eyes sinking under my frown.
Lost my radar a bit on Sunday,
Looking for an exit, in a way.
The thoughts keep on coming,
I can’t stop the drumming.
All I see is a world not here,
Thoughts of it are no fear.
While I think of another path,
Is it fair on family, the aftermath?
I don’t know what has me turned,
It’s just thoughts that got churned.
Three days on, walking with my dog,
I can’t escape from the fog.
I have seen help from all sorts,
All eager to turn my thoughts.
How does one think of solo dying?
Then try to hide the notion by lying.
I can’t because fibbing is a no,
In reality that is the truth and so.
I accessed the ideas and how’s,
Through the web I did browse.
Was I scared in doing the read?
When am I going to do the deed?
Notable achievement it’s definitely not,
An idea most certainly full of deathly rot.
Yes the...