Per my request, as the sun dipped low, my ashes were spread to and fro.
The music played, children twirled, as memories flowed of my place in this world.
It was time to move on, everyone knew, I battered myself black and blue
I feigned many smiles, like everyone tries, but I grew tired of a life of lies
So I grabbed a bottle, benzos I believe, swallowed them all with a sigh of relief.
Judge me if you'd like, I'm sure you will, but life had lost the luster and thrill.
That's not my concern, you see I'm dead, death is for the living to fear and dread.

7 billion people in the world
Against all odds
Yet here you are

Depression has left a deep impression
In the middle of my chest
My aggression and anger will never rest
An infection circulating in my bloodstream
I’m a kettle percolating letting off steam
Unsettled every night screaming while I dream
Disheveled I fight as I swim upstream
Drenched in sweat despite the frigid night
Fists ready to scuffle to save my pride
Clenched so tight my knuckles are white
Can’t function no matter how hard I try
Hell bent on destruction I’m ready to die
Cells underwent disruption just a little pain
Content with the combustion in my brain

My heart hit the floor
The moment I heard the door close
A wilted rose
Jilted lover writing prose to those
That will never understand the pain
Of seeing you with the one you chose
A silent mist drizzles down
Love’s fire fizzles on the ground
A frown as I begin to drown
Is it just my tears
And not really rain falling all around.

Tomorrow
Just another day without you
Only gray
Not even blue
I’m so numb
Can I borrow your heart
So I’m not glum

I see a blue bird out my window, casting a shadow, a tear runs down my face.
I go lay my head on a pillow, trying to chill though, I feel so out of place.
These pills supposed to mellow, instead I bellow, **** this rat in the ******* race.

A razor blade
Has now made
My wrists bliss
I’ll give God a kiss

I’m now ash
Teary lash
In the wind
Have I sinned

Don’t miss me
I’m happy
If anything
I’m the king

God’s a rather tricky fellow, his horns yellow, need a fan to cool off this space.
There’s no clouds that billow, just some sickos, burning without a trace.
Now I’m a weeping willow, my brain jello, suicide ain’t a walk of grace.

I’m now burning
All this fury
Engulfed soul
Slaughtered foal

Blood has spilled
Goat is thrilled
Body baste
Have a taste

Eternity
A certainty
So you win
Scream within

A looming gray slate
Just another date
On the calendar
Maybe I frowned or
Grimaced in hate
My self imposed fate

Computer screen flickers
I start to bicker
Haranguing at death
With liquor on my breath
No argument or dicker
Makes the reaper come quicker

Pain over comfort
La petite mort yogurt
Brings no satisfaction
Just a fraction of reaction
Accentuating the hurt
As the squirt hits the dirt.