I got years of fears
haunting me.

I am scared.
Can’t eat
or sleep
cause the demons
I hide keep
hounding me.

There’s gonna be
a reckoning
eventually.

Someday,
that pain
will overcome
my reasoning.

There will be
a seasoning
of spiced depression
and old suicidal tendencies
may finally catch up to me
and I’ll have to face
the cutting board of reality.

Then in death
I might rest
peacefully,

or maybe
I’ll just go on
far too long
and live to see
all those I love
pass away
permanently.