The Untangled threats of the human mind

I barely cope
I have been depending on hope
But it's run out
Can't you tell by the way I shout?
I'm sick of hoping to die
So sick of feeling empty inside
You empty me in my mind
Letting the drugs to hit me doesn't take much time
Roll over to sleep
My breaths are getting less and less deep
I can't hold on
The thrill of living life is wasted and gone
This is my own judgment day
Choosing whether or not I want to die this way
I see no light, nothing at all
My heart it's self finally stalls
I see one last glimpse of this life
Now I'm still here, but only in sight
No soul remains
No activity in the brain
Death is such a calming threat
Our worst fears and undying dreams are met