A Psycho's Path Poem by Paul Cardinal

I want to become a memory.
Lost of all sensory… just an emotionless energy.
Never find piece of mind in my elderly.
So now I won’t have to run no more.
The luxury of continuing life, feels like a chore.
I want to be forgotten.
Vanish into the dark smoke, like fire to cotton.
As I fade into another world, shine a new light.
And finally put an end to this on going fight.
It’s the after life that I seek.
When in these times I feel so weak.
Just pile more dirt over my grave.
In the battle with mental illness, I became a slave.
I was overwhelmed with symptoms, like a tidal wave.

After all it’s up to you.
See things from my point of view.
After all it’s up to you.
To remember everything I been through.

Now that I’m gone you can decide.
Am I worth the tears you cried?
I fight with myself, like Jekyll and Hyde.
Remember that I tried.
As I become a victim of suicide.