Death Is a Lifesaver

There's got to be a better feeling,
Than when death is rather appealing.
As days go on and on,
I realize my soul is gone.
My heart is a void,
My body a canvas.
Though, when I'm gone,
You'll surely still have this.

Meek words written in pen,
The perspective of a girl
Who promised she'd never give in.
The chains at my throat,
Constricting my breath.
Released is a moan,
As I meet my own death.

My final demise is my only escape,
And as I stand here I start pray.
That the next life is better and longer and full,
Maybe less painful or even rather dull.
For my time on this Earth was worse than in hell.
On my own insecurities I always did dwell.