Failure is a way of life,
And this depression
Is a chasm in my personal
Topography.
Lowly isn’t underneath enough
To express the empty frustration
At never living up to the
Expectations of other people.
And,
I hear suicide serenading
Me with its silent
Solipsism,
The call of a long restful
Sleep.
Free from all these
Feelings.








The dark call to death’s serenade is not what one should gravitate to, but the pull is strong. Nice piece had me thinking.
Death doesn’t bring peace.
You have to be alive to feel peace.
Know what I’m saying!
hello dearest Nolan I am schizo too and I understand these feelings but death is just a doorway with no promises great write ❤️