Free

The cutting never worked.

The pills finally did.

I'm now free of the body,

Covered in the scars I hid.

I've felt so much pain

Since I was a kid.

It just kept increasing, 

The further down I slid.

All of the pills I ate,

All of the pipes I hit,

No matter how drunk or high I got,

I couldn't make myself fit.

I listened to the hands of time,

Anticipating every tick. 

Trying to run out the clock,

But it takes too long to grow old or sick.

I was happy at times,

But it never did stick. 

I had a destiny with depression,

And a date with cruel tricks. 

We don't get to decide our fates,

I certainly didn't get to pick,

A life of bad luck and illness,

And a few bad habits I can't kick.

Now my eyes grow heavy, 

Now my voice grows thick.

If you have the desire for goodbyes, 

You'd better make it quick.