Stuck in the same place for another eternity
With no place to go except the place where I'm forced to
No hope for a better deal than that; so I submit to the awkwardness that is my past life
Just thinking about it makes my stomach turn; as I know, I will have to go soon
Only two hours to contemplate a strategy to escape with further notice
So, I wait for the dreadful hour that I leave my beloved asylum
Only thinking about the disappointment that the others might feel
This internal tragedy is too unreal to be a great deal of pain that it maintains
And this mundane condition that I'm in is not helping the cause
I'm trapped inside this box of depression that is my life
No escape but death seems the be the right one
Constantly asking myself why I aim to please instead of living my own life that I have left
This truly is a grand theft of the mind, body, and spirit as I live on the way that I do
Not trying to make it better, but stay content
Not being able to vent except verbally, which get me into trouble frequently
So, I now use stationary to release the demons that I so desperately want away
Oh let me die or leave today and never look back
Before I have another "heart attack" that may consequently become fatal
Live or die; whichever shall I choose?
Whether its life or death, I am sure to lose
