My soul is filled with poison of the world

My soul is filled with poison of the world
I can’t live among you people
Life has become as complex as crosswords
I hear bells from wicked steeples. 
      The burning liqueur down my throat  
      Is my relief from agony and from despair
      How foolish am I to believe
      That someone cares about my welfare.
Already down, can’t get up 
Or if I can, what would be the meaning?
A demon called me a lost soul
The demon wasn’t dreaming. 
      Don’t cry for me my dear mom, 
      Don’t cry for me my sister.
      I have been your long lost son 
      A brother without a home. A drifter. 
Tomorrow you’ll forget about my existence
Tomorrow you’ll carry on  
With claims “depression was persistent”
“his life just started; he was thirty-one”. 
      Hate is killing you while you are breathing
      Selfishness entrapped you like a caged bird. 
      I can’t live among you people,
      My soul is filled with poison of the world.
If you know someone who is struggling with depression and suicide, Please help them, be with them, or show them how to get support. 
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline              800-273-8255

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