At long last I’ve reached the bottom of the pit
where the darkest of desires burn in a blanket of fire
I feel the flames lick unto the surface of my skin
ripping apart all will to see, and live to be

I’ve lived with the dream
that a day shall come where i’ll feel
the life in me amount to something
a peak experience that rids me of this nothingness

For many a day I’ve looked to the blood
pouring out of the cut, as rivers flood
And the act is forever caught in these horrid scars
where the knife of thoughts met the flesh and marred

Live to thrive and die with a fight
is a line said in a moment of might
But I see no reason to hold so tight
to a world so blue with make-believe heights

Sickening how others seek life in the dark
I’ve known of nothing worse with senses barred
To think for a moment that it’s cool to be blue
think again, or forever live with death past-due

I’ve heard the whispers lying awake all night
wishing for my eyes to doze and my brain to go light
Why fight to survive and hang to this strife?
while the claim for calm is but on the count of five

But a claim it is
for who knows what the grave shall bring
Eternal bliss, like a prayer hissed?
or a tortured soul, for a life disowned?

No! it shall not be, for I choose to outlast
all the dreads of this tightening cast
And meet the day where this line is but right,
I shall live to thrive and die with a fight!

Tags: depression, hope, suicide