Thoughts worth the entire destruction of my being,
Like a flood, it came fiercely to drown my sorrows
Should I stay or should or go?
For the problems at home wearies my soul.
My incapacitation limits my success,
The other side is beautiful compared to these wars I face.
All was well three months ago when my hands were alive.
Lost in an accident with the offender behind bars,
I'm left without them in this empty world;
No one to call out to, no one to help.
Death is but a means to an end.
In the very least, none would miss me
I'd save myself of so many troubles
No more debt bills at my doors steps daily-
More importantly, no more pains and struggles
As the pain intensifies, so does the mockery,
I await the day the neighbors would be all out -
To effectively carry out my motives!!!
They never helped before and they won't now.
The clock ticks slowly and lingers on.
Soon, my end will come by my own hands.