One More Ride On the Merry-Go-Round

The room you find yourself in isn’t lonely, Neither is the world outside the window. It’s the mind inside the head. That’s the machine that drives the madness And burns the shadows on the walls into dust. There is nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. Only death can bring peace That is so desperately denied in life. But to get there You must first step through the door. And, You’ll do it. One day. When the pain becomes too much to bear Or the illness too strong to fight. Doing it isn’t the problem. You don’t need courage for that. You just need to deny yourself A reason to live. The step, After that Is easy.