nearing the end

the depression took over his brain first

his body followed after shaking violently

everytime he closed her eyes

the devils face stared back

he’s become the embodiment of evil

intrusive thoughts controlled him

making him distance himself from everyone

looking for a way out

the only way he knows out

is alcohol and drugs

so he searches for relief

but instead throws away his life

now the only way out for him

is a noose of rope around his neck

one end tied to a bridge

the other end pulls tight as he leaps

is he in a better place now

at least he’s no a burden

other can be happy now

they’re better without him