And if one day you wake up and hear that I’m gone, rest at ease. I knew the Lord and He knew me. Rest at ease, because I’m finally at peace.

When the morn comes, and I don’t wake with it, rest at ease because I can finally breathe. I’ve lived my life holding my breath. Tense and on edge. Afraid of any and everything going wrong. My therapist said I’m traumatized and in my trauma I’ve inflicted so much pain on myself. The latest episode has kept me bound in a jail in my head that no amount of saying and exercises can free me from. Only death is the answer. So, I wait patiently for the day it’s cold hands will lay hold on me and grant me the warmth life could never give. To all the people I’ve loved and still love, don’t cry when you get that call. Rejoice because finally I’m free.