Many have wanted to leave the world by way of their own volition.
And indeed some poor souls do so.
When they feel there's nothing left on earth with nowhere left to go.

Me, myself and I have also suffered the same desire.
I'm a dreadful coward.
Can't pluck up the ***** to go.
At the back of my sometimes stormy head, hereby hangs a coiled tale.
It's been bad, cruelly bad at times.
Also it's been really good.
Times when I wished I had succumbed,
Times I'm glad I didn't.
Generally they are prevalent these days.
Only the good die young, they say.
Thoughts of dying played games with my head.
Years of downward spirals, water treading.
Here and then internally debated.
It may be better if I were dead.
Me, I'm just a chicken, never ever could take my own life.
I'm scared of death, but then I'm not.
Stressors in life just **** me off.
But I'm a coward, never could I curse enough the world to go give up and die.
For those who passed this way, I pray that they do rest in peace.
In the hearts and minds of those left behind, they found their peace.
Strong too long, so sadly.
They just got beat!
(c)Livvi