My old friend Despair,
He never leaves my side,
He tells me no one cares,
That there's no one else besides.

He sticks closer than a brother,
As though he was my friend,
But he does not give me comfort,
When I wish my life would end.

In fact, he is the reason,
That I would leave this place,
That I would take my life and plead,
Dear God, forgive my haste!

He says he wants what's best,
But then tells me I should quit,
He says "kill yourself and end this mess!"
But I still want to live!

So it's time we finally part ways,
And agree to disagree,
For me there will be better days,
This I MUST believe,
And not Despair!
J.S.