Signing Off Poem by Twisted Moon

I lay here miserably in my bed,
No longer able to keep these thoughts from my head,
I have no idea who I am anymore,
But these shadows and demons I can no longer ignore,
Like I did before.

I've dug myself into quite a hole,
So selfish, so thoughtless, focused on my goal,
And I lay on my bed just staring at my phone,
Tired of missing you, tired of being alone,
I can't keep going on my own.

I guess it's better this way,
This thing that I've become, I'm afraid to say,
I just wish I was with you, than everything would be okay,
You are the sun that lights my day,
You show me the way.

I was only following my heart,
But now I am falling apart,
I want to repaint the image that I sold,
I want to be happy and warm, not alone and cold,
This emptiness is getting old.

And all I really need is you,
But I just don't know what to do,
And these poems have turned from a blessing to a curse,
No longer making things better but worse,
Take them to the grave in a hearse.

In a world where I have no vision,
I've made at least one decision,
I will keep praying for our fire's igniting,
And I know in my heart that I will never stop fighting,
But I am done writing.

So this is my last stanza in what may be forever,
Or at least until my mind is clear and better,
I'm done displaying the sadness and madness of a bipolar kid,
Maybe I'll be a man and face what I did,
More likely, I'll just smile while I skid.