I'm not sure what I'm doing lately,
Things just aren't going my way.
It's too turbulent, too rough a ride,
At least for me, I'd say.
Sometimes I want to jump into the void,
But death might not be the end.
I wish there were a spoiler alert,
A warning that life could send.
It truly feels like shit, being stuck,
Not moving up or down, left or right.
Just standing still in the middle,
Neither in dark nor in light.
Perhaps I need a companion,
A partner who won't ask me why.
I'd make the weirdest decisions,
Choices that would make me die.