Morbid contemplations

These hopeless moments

Make the burdens on your shoulders

Feel heavier than ever before

You can’t decide

Whether you must laugh or cry

Or whether you must end it all

There seems to be no end

Except for that bitter one

And then comes…nothing more…

You are down on your knees

At your weakest point

Unable to move or crawl

There lies a gun

Here is a knife

And some pills on which to overdose

Can you end it all?

How far have you sunk?

Is the end drawing close?

Can you leave it all behind?

The problems and the grief

And this bag of overwhelming sorrow?

Can you cause the pain

And end your life

Instead of facing tomorrow?

~Shamshaad~