Suicide Note (Anything But Twenty Volume) Poem by Barlot ...

There's variety in misery
And right now I'm all twelve kinds.
Solitude takes the best of us
When we realize love is sugar-coated lust.
Is anything alive?
I'm not.
I lead an existence (not a life) .
Caught!
Human interaction is so cliche
I haven't left my bed today-
Basking in unfulfilled dreams.
I watch everyone grow
And then go.
'Money's not in your future'
'Hope's not in your heart'
It's growing dark-
Another day gone by
Swatting flies.
I hear the voices walking
I see the walkers talking.
Nothing makes me feel more out of place
Than these visitors from outer space.
Sleep is mandatory
Oxygen is another story.
It ends now.