Alright, Yeah Right

One day things,
Will improve.

Yeah right.

The words like butter,
Slip easily from your mouth,
And slap me,
With cruel irony.

"Improve,"
"Get better,"
Never.

The days drag on,
More pain is,
Thrown my way.
I continue,
To tire of this life.

"Keep going,"
"You'll make it,"
I'm trying!

But wait,
What's this ahead?
A golden noose.

Finally an answer,
Finally a cure.

I wrap your,
Silken rope,
Gently around my,
Willing neck.
And climb,
Up,
Up,

Down.

Things hurt,
As bad as before,
But slowly…..

I fade.

The pain I tolerated,
Was gone.
And  a light,
Ahead,
Called for me,
Begged me,
To join in,
The fun.

"Why did you go?"
"She was so young."
I was ready.

Well now,
I look down at you,
And smile,
Like I never did before.

Who was right,
Who was wrong,
For this,
I leave,
Up to you.