Impelling

A form of murder,
An act of cowardice,
A way of escape.

A gut-wrenching truth,
Paralysingly addictive and
beautifully hopeless,
Do you know the feeling?

Drowning in melancholy,
Swimming and swimming
and swimming with no
start and end,
Do you know the feeling?

Hatred to strong,
The will to commit a
thousand sins,
Do you know the feeling?

You ponder, you ask, you
say:
“Who will miss me?”
“Who cared anyway?”
“Death was always
inevitable.”

Nothing kills you like your
mind,
A shitstorm, dark and
compelling,
Suicide.
God it’s impelling.