The way i feel

Im dying slowly
And i feel so lonely
My path makes so many turns.
The urge to no longer exist inside me burns,
My spirit broken into many pieces
Cant put them back together
To my anxiety, depression, and nightmares i have surrendered.
The pain, will it go away if i cut me veins?
For the answer...do i wait?
Oh, Great one to you my back i have turned
I wish your ways i would have learned
"Self-Righteous suicide?"
Or do i learn to sing a new lullaby?