At least I'll be me

Words sweeping through my mind,
Always with the same meaning,
Never-ending sarcasm,
Throwing me into this depressing chasm,
Ferocious wit,
Torn apart, bit-by-bit,

Dreams tearing through my head,
Always with the same ending,
Nightmares, haunting forever more,
Frozen in time, waiting to thaw,
Years passing like short-lived seconds,
What ever happened to my secret weapons?

I need to find release,
For the wicked there is no peace,
The living are taunting,
The dead are haunting,
There is only one state of mind,
In which rest I can find,

So hand me the drugs,
The knife and the gun,
Find me a dark corner where I can hide,
I don’t want them to see this; I still have pride,
Even in death, I shall never be free,
It may not be better, but at least I’ll be me.