Giving Up Poem by Patrick Shields

Why did they have to find me?
Why couldn't I have remained face down?
Why couldn't things have gone differently?
Why did I have to be found?

Things would've been better if I was dead
Cause I'm tired of coming in second place
Yet I'm still lost in my head
Please do me a favor and forget my face

I pretend that everything is alright
When in reality the darkness continues to consume me
Driving out all of my pure light
Why can't my body and spirit be set free?

I know its selfish to commit suicide
But it seems like the best things to do
I have no control I feel like I'm along for the ride
Because I now know that I've lost you