A tumble weed
In the rolling wind,
I’d much rather die
Than let someone in.
I put myself
In a different reality.
Hoping to somehow escape
This powerful misery.
My life turns
Shockingly abject.
Without even letting
Me try and object.
The loss of control is
Degrading.
Which no one else seems to be
Doubting.
My state of life
So horrendous.
Everyone silently commanding,
“Leave us.”
My life crumbling
Before my eyes.
How long must I wait
Before I die?
Should I take matters
Into my own hands?
Now I desperately need
To take a stand.
I fight for my right
To death.
Ready and willing to take
My last breath.
