I'm down and out
spiraling in twists of fate.
It has me contemplating a date,
one I can no longer await.

So a sweet goodbye to a few,
and to some the finger is raised.
No more suicide these days,
but my time has come to go away.

Minimal bags packed,
and a ticket to somewhere unknown.
Somewhere no one knows the real me,
and where I can be alone.

At least for a bit.

           Until I have my mind figured out.

Running west is the only way to escape this black cloud.

                                                                                                  Mom, you
                                                                                                         should be
      
                                                                                                                  proud.