Here i am traveling to my death,
Counting down the minutes till i draw my last breath.
It feels so right knowing i won't be here tomorrow
No more sitting on my own drowning in sorrow.
Thinking about dying is making me smile
which is something i haven't done in a while.
Here i am traveling to my death
but how much longer will it be before i take my last breath?
Great poem, Ive been where you are and Its like an alcoholic - Its a lifetime struggle,(good luck). By the way thankyou for your anti gay abuse comment in another poem, I felt pretty hurt and your comment helped