All its weight is on my head

As I lie awake in my bed

Feeling I’d be better off dead

But that’s not what the doctor said



I get the feeling that he lied

To rid my tears and hush my cries

At the end of the day his hands are tied

Would it just be easier if I died?



To float up from the bed I lay on

And travel to whatever’s beyond

One final breath without yearn or long

And all of a sudden the weight is gone.