Sometimes when it is beautiful and peaceful
When fatigue sets in
And the meaningful
Burns a hole in my stomach
When the seconds are ticking
Just between content and sorrowful
When memories play jigsaw
With my heart
Pushing pieces into their improper places
Spaces where these feeling do not belong
Even though it is wrong
Knowing that life is good for now
And could get much, much worse
Sometimes, when no one is around
And my mind echoes with the years
I spent in isolation
When I meditate
When I am certain
That my existence is fractionally pointless
Even though I am not depressed
I think that today
Would be the right day
To die