Lately I’m not doing so well,
Thought you should know.
My mind’s half heaven, half hell,
But there’s no difference I can tell.

I’m standing still as life speeds by,
Thought you should know.
I’m lost in the wood, no bearing.
Bleeding out in the cold, uncaring.

It hurts to be alive,
Thought you should know.
It’s overloaded all my senses,
And I’m left without defences.

Lately I’m not doing so well,
Thought you should know.
In case I go.