I cry and I cry
but it never seems to fade
I try and I try
but it won't go away
The emptiness I feel consumes me
pulling me farther in darkness
Is this the end?
Is this goodbye?
I cover feeling so often
it's natural
The dying girl you thought you knew
her sadness is now a new
She can't hold back her tears
but she knows she can't stop the fight
She knows she needs help
but doesn't want
She neglects the fact that she's dying inside
As she cries herself to sleep
all she can think about is past memories
And the fact that everything she ever was,
is gone.

Blurry motions
Anger dripping down me
overstimulated breath
The immense pain that consumes my body
increases by the second
You would think somebody had set me on fire
by the way the rage burns throughout

I may be a raven with demons eyes...
And a mind twisted by time and those divide...
But my soul still burns of fire, And Death is no longer rapping, Rasping at my chamber door.
You sparked the flame in me, My phoenix.
Therefore I shall help you until Death goes gently rapping, Rasping at another's chamber door.  
Fore I may be a raven with demon eyes and a mind twisted by time and lies but I still have a soul, A soul to create.
And I shall create joy for you if nothing more.
You will fly again my phoenix, As others have flown before.
I am no prophet nor thing of evil.
But I will remain until your fears and sadness haunt you
Nevermore.

Here lies the body of Jamie McGraph
Who decided to write his own epitaph
Thinking a selfie might make it better
While taking the photo he took a header
Off the edge of a cliff into oblivion
"Came to a sticky end" the fitting idiom