Welcome to my inner room, a cold place
A jail housing a tired, battered will,
where it is never calm, quiet or still
Dare conjure a dream and shadows give chase
to claw it down, I can't outrun their pace
Here, long ago, pride was ground through the mill,
and rotten lie buried hope, love and thrill
Here, thoughts scream, against the vastness of space
The harsh light of day burns my tired eyes
and in the night I face my faults alone
With all these grey thoughts so hard to resist,
locked in this room of loss and heavy sighs
With the pain one thought has steadily grown:
How peaceful it would be not to exist
You know how it is, thinking of death daily. This piece is years old but I can't say now is any better mentally.