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