I have created several slices across every appendix upon
this vessel,
     this vessel in which I speak of, is my own,
I am lost far away from home,
Sitting here depressed and alone,
With blood following down each slope of each tile,
I wish I could truly feel loved, every once in a while,
But I can't find truth, I can't control these stirred
emotions,
In my head and in my heart, all of this confusion causes so
much emotion,
It is pratically unbearable and hard to control,
I write my final words and then I fold,
This letter of the words that I speak at my end,
This torture and confusing depression, I hope no one ever
goes through, ever again.