“Darkest moment” by Ben Goode 2018 (c)

Clouding mind is taking me, clutching claws won’t set me free.
Do it, go and take your life. Cut your wrists well, with a knife.
Dive off from a yawning cliff, feeling cold, and muscles stiff.
Overcome with tiredness now. Take the pills, they won’t know how.
Take the grief away from me, blinding darkness, all I see.
Why the voices in my head? Self destructive, wants me dead.
Cannot make them go away. Will I see another day?
Saddened, crying in my bed. Let me sleep my haunted head.
Voices silent, resting well. Dreams relief from Earthly hell.