The sun rises,
my body wakes;  
my mind follows slowly behind,  
dreading the day that is mine.
I get out of bed
with last night’s nightmares still in my head.  

This is how I start my day—  
covered in shame and sin,  
I only feel emptiness and pain.  

My nightmares never fade,  
constantly replaying,  
reminding me that death is slowly creeping in.

There’s only one way to free my mind,  
even if it hurts those I leave behind...

But I don’t want to leave you alone,  
so I’ll leave you with my heart.  
You're the only one who appreciated its art.  
seeing it for who it was and still loving it wholly.

I wish I could rid myself of these living nightmares  
without bullets, pills, or ropes.  
But the nightmares crave pain and loss;  
they do not thrive on love or hope.

When the sun sets behind the hills  
and I breathe my last breath,  
when Death knocks at my door, beckoning me home,  
I’ll follow close behind,  
my empty chest lacking the ticking time bomb  
that once kept us close.