De profundis
by Arborist

Left to wander, my abandoned spirit has found no tenure.
Forlorn in this world of the living, isolated here by my loved ones before me.
I find myself frequenting the graves more often than my own bed to sleep.
I have become but a figure of twilight, a discraded wraith with no aspirations.
But ultimately, I have discovered the unavoidable course of my fate.
So why not quicken the process?
My time has come to reunite with the faithful departed,
As I take one step off the bridge and let go of the rail.
And in that moment, in those four seconds between life and death,
I realized that my problems meant nothing.
"Oh God, what have I done? Oh please, I don't want to die!"

Contributed by Lucas Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.