Suicide Free

When you reading my prose,

Don't ever think I talking suicide,

If anything I might be talking bout if I should choose,

To take a step off this joy ride,

That people call the best time of your life,

Although ahead of me all I see is strife.

It might be that I am just blind,

Or plainly the lack of a true guide,

But I know life is precious,

I just feel over restless,

To be done with certain portions of it,

Because they don't fit,

Into my plans,

To get through as much as I can,

Now here,

Not anytime later.

Will I enjoy life like I once did,

Or will I always feel like a trapped kid?

I hope the joy comes,

And it comes without the use of to many Tums.