With Angels In Heaven

The more my mental problem has progressed It was obvious that I had become obsessed With many of them being compulsive And no longer having the will to live. Physical problems will continue to pile on And what once was your spirit now is gone; You become belligerent and are a procraster, As your life goes downhill faster ad faster. Pretty soon you make to yourself a pledge, When I finally have arrived over the edge My purpose in life will no longer be there As cries of sadness start filling the air. My body begins to bend and is contorted After my sound mind did become distorted; Will never see or look at one more new dawn; To be with angels in heaven, I have gone.