Death it will feel so good to me
open the door Lord,
and please let me in
I have been pounding my head
against the gate for so long now
why won’t you just let me In?

I cry to you, oh Lord
please let me in
but I can’t make out your reply
through all the pain I’m in
I’m losing faith and hope
I am failing to believe in you

Inside I detect the calling
the cry of evil telling me
to commit suicide, that this is the end
I hear the voice so loud and I’m listening
even if that means losing you, I will succeed
I have no life, I have nothing to fear any more
SEG

*This poem like many of my others reflect a common theme in my writings.  I know this was written in my twenties while living in Maine.  I wrote much on my suicidal depression through out the years, but remarkably most of my poetry was written in my teens.   I also loved writing song lyrics and have a notebook full of songs I have written.  I think the older I got the more helpful I found putting words into a journal.