Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

Killing Spree

I have gotten ready to throw myself into the mist.

I'm no longer there, so check me off the list.

I can't keep telling myself it's okay, clenching my fist.

I have lost my sanity, now I wander free,

Desperate, trying to hold on to anything I see,

While my depressing ideas are out on a killing spree.

Say that nothing's wrong and I will smile again,

But be quick enough, for soon I will be slain.

My attempts to be happy all were in vain.