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Manic-depressive
How easy is it to hate Life?
It seems like I constantly ask myself that with a
knife
To my throat
Quick decision
Small incision
Here I am, about to choke
On blood of mine
Is it time?
If it costs a dime,
A minute
How much will it be when life has ended?
Is it Love inside the light?
Do I struggle to end
the fight?
Suicidal,
Is it vital?
Or a recital?
Blessed Eternity
Tempting me
To use the knife
And end my Life
And if I open my eyes
And never rise
Is it my demise?
Like friendships in disguise
So it could hide your despise
To see the Supreme?
Is this a Dream?
Lord have I died?
I step to see my fam, I check their eyes and they
have not yet cried
And in a farce of strength I tried
To hide
Dead only to the world around me
And too blind to see
The one’s
Who truly Love Trinity