Fortunate

Someone losing a fighting battle with depression.

I’m so close,

 To ending it all.

Into eternal slumber’s rest,

And seeing my worthless blood being shed.

Is my deepest desire.

Never having to awaken in this hell again,

Would be like my dream come true.

I have to strive,

To keep myself alive.

Although deep inside I know,

I’m fighting a losing battle.

I’d rather it all end,

Then having to go through so much pain again and again.

Thought’s of how to end it all,

With the letter and its contents too.

Refuse to leave my mind’s eye,

Tormenting me at every turn.

What reason is there left to live?

These urges are becoming ever stronger,

So easy it would be just to give in.

The temptations are growing harder to resist,

So easy it would be to end my life.

I know people would kill to be in my place,

but if they had to give up all ability to feel and appreciate life...

Would they?

Do you think I’m so lucky now?

When I’m so close to being in a coffin 6 feet under?