The Idea of Death

The idea of death has never seemed so appealing

One little penance
For all of my mistakes

Just one action
To rectify everything I've done
To bring justice to everyone I hurt

I think about it in my spare time
I dream about taking the pills
Finally finishing my battle with death
Letting death get the best of me

Falling over the precipice
Into the rest of eternity
Never hurting anyone else again
No longer causing pain to myself
Letting go of everything and everyone

For I have reached my breaking point
Where I can no longer take the pain
Of staring myself in the face
And seeing the ghost of what I have done
The memories of myself
Doing dispciable things to myself and others

No longer am I able
To put on a smile
And go along with this happy facade
Acting like I'm ok inside
When I know I will never be ok

Life isn't worth living anymore
I can't see the beauty
In anything any longer
Everything just looks bland

All I see are the monsters
That try to call themselves people
The things that haunt your dreams

Unfortunately for me
This may be the end

But for everyone else, it is a new beginning.