Suicide Aside

A step away from depression,
I never come if not called,
A destined curse, a gift box
To help you rewrite God’s time,
I don’t like the lonely life I live,
Building bridges between birth and death,
But who am I to wait when you call?

You know I owe you nothing, therefore
Never talk to, or walk with me again,
Who am I not to see this through?
I’ve watched you feast on minds,
Play the saint to add more to your bait,
Telling stories similar to this sweet-sour tale,
My mind is in a peaceful jail and doesn’t need bail.

Wildkhard [TA]