The Crossroads

I stand at a crossroad of Despair
a road sign stands tall
two wooden arrows are pointing left and right
to my left is Despair, the continuous Depression
that will be the end of me
already do i want to end it
though i lack the courage to do so
i will surely find it in due time
the isolation has taken its toll on me
i no longer wish to be loved
or cared for.
i only wish to end it all
for i am tired
it all seems so shallow so empty
but then again thats only a reflection
of how i truely feel.

to my right the road of madness lies
it is the death of empathy
and the gift of something to do
its whispers are all so tempting with exitement
though i know it will be the end of me aswell
if i walk right i will die in a prison cell or a mental ward
in only a few years

to my left the mist of depression is so thick
that i end up choking on it thereby killing myself
that might happen in a day or a month but all before a year
and yet i continue walking down the road of despair
because i know its the right thing to do
but everyday i wanna sway to the right
and everyday i go a bit to the right