Everyday, I suffocate in a public atmosphere
Full of irrelevance, fallacies and opinions
And when I flee towards solitude,
I stifle in my own thoughts and countless obligations
But every now and then,
I find temporary solace as I leave my work desk
And resort to destructive fizz and smog
Until my room whiffs distinctive notes
Of malt, burnt rubber and pre-loved paperbacks
But I'm tired of depending
On those few minutes of temporary freedom
When I can just flick the off switch and end all of this
So dear, if you're reading this, congratulations
On being able to find another piece of evidence
Besides pills on my bedside
Or bloodstains on my balcony floor
I may write this a little bit early
But there is no better time to say this
Since my chest is already filled up to the brim
With overflowing bullshit I've been fed all my life:
Don't do this, don't do that,
Don't settle for what's good but settle for what's best
Only aim for perfection
So perchance it's better to die
Which isn't a terrifying thought at all
Because what better thing could there be
Other than to be free,
Become one with the stars in the universe
And possess the freedom I never had
In this penitentiary people call life
Filled with responsibilities, my own mind and peer pressure
So don't ever be angry for what I'm about to do
For maybe this is the only freest thing I will ever accomplish
