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,
After talks about personality and ideation,
insight and stressors, you get a prescription;
diagnosis: clinical depression
There is hope; here is some motivation:
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,
The child may emaciate like progeria,
sometimes with... hypoglycemia and anuria
With prompt drugs and 'honoraria',
the good child survives malaria
fluid build-up in the tummy, 'ascites',
caused by cirrhosis, pancreatitis,
cancer, TB, kwashiorkor or serositis
and may occur with swollen extremities
Doctor said: "A case of tetanus";
all else was monotonous
His face looked deathly grim,
as he mouthed "chance of survival, slim"
My candid advice: write your will;
...a number of options on my bill,
from stroke to myocardial infarction;
...no escaping me, I am hypertension
