Stand Up

When I die, kill me.
Because then I would've given up,
I can't give up just yet,
But in case I do, end my shame before I become the oppressor of my oppression!
This depression is stealing me!
But I mustn't be taken by some petty thief trying to feed that family, or that habit,
Just like how I feel like the Tin Man without a Heart, the Lion with out a hut, and the scarecrow with two brains!
All of this thinking is hurting me so much,
I just want to give up.
But like Alice, I'm too far down the rabbit hole to slow down!
But if I speed up, the Jabberwocky will surely eat me!
I don't want to be eaten because I'll have given up.
On my death bed, I will have a choice,
Embrace the void with open arms and tears shooting out of my anus,
Or stand back up and shout at the Angel of Death, "You cannot take me!"
If I choose the former then kill me!
Erase my name, make it so that I never lived to quit!
If it's the latter, give me a glass of water because God knows I fucking earned!