Suicide... so it has come to that
another exposed your private chat;
Oh! unbearable; you decide: "tit-for-tat"
"swing life at them", like a baseball bat
I used to long for a life of no stress,
a world without pressure to impress,
where there's no failure or success
O! what bliss, if struggle was needless,
I awoke to ramming on metal pleat,
legs tingly like I tarried on toilet seat,
back receiving waves of shock and heat,
but thankful I could wiggle my feet
I will put these words in a mirror frame:
"Amúnibúni the harbinger of shame;
the one who soils the family name"
One day, you will see who is to blame
After talks about personality and ideation,
insight and stressors, you get a prescription;
diagnosis: clinical depression
There is hope; here is some motivation:
for in this state, I once rammed a node,
with casted limbs in sling, and skin sewed
Untold accidents later, I stayed unbowed,
I had nine lives on the road
I could leverage on existing hypertension,
diabetes, high cholesterol, atrial fibrillation,
blood vessel disorders and malformation,
or habits begging for lifestyle modification
You start to panic and palpitate,
when ants, on your pee, accumulate
You call the doctor to pick a date;
after some tests, you get an update,
Dear friend and relation
this, the truth about my condition
My life is at expiration
when death calls, no resuscitation
I wear my cloak in rich red and gray,
my hairy body for pathogen stowaway,
leg receptors to taste decay
and strong wings for quick getaway
