When the walls are closing in
I don’t know where to begin
That old M.A.S.H theme song
Ringing in my head
A presentience of ~
You’re better off dead
Those who are supposed to love me
Abandon me in my time of need
Persecute me, when I’m vulnerable
Their evil shines ~ such wicked deed
As more of me gets lost
Here, I count the cost
There are no avenues of hope
To cling to
No vision. No scope.
No nightingale to sing to
They leave me with nothing
They revel in my despair
Is there anyone genuine out there?
Once again, I’m picking myself off the floor
I simply cannot do it anymore
My eyes dimmed and dry
This world is not for me
Where do I chose to die?
I’m waiting by the sea....