Sweet Death.

The moon shines so brightly in the sky.

I wonder how it will be to end it all tonight.

I'm tired of this constant state of worthlessness.

Everything's starting to feel like a mess.

It feels like this; it's my last fight. 

I can't win no matter how hard I try. 

My mind feels like a cage, I can't escape. 

It's time to end this masquerade.

Every day gets more bleak.

I've forgotten the taste of sweet ecstasy.

It feels like only death can be the end of this; it feels like only death can be the end of me.

This bottomless pit in my mind, sweet pain seems to be its only riddance. 

I wish I could be as free, as I was before I was me.