Depression's Letter

Lately I, with whole of heart,
Have felt the pain of difference,
So much so that I've seen depart,
My care for life's expense,

And carrying an added life to mine,
Has done none the better,
To give me solace in this grand design,
So please, count this as a letter,

Perceive this note as an end,
To a means (life so-called),
So appalled with it that I wish to lend,
A bullet to it, to this life enthralled,

I wish to call for bells that toll,
For a noose so fit to console,
A soul, so-called, so holed,
So flawed and controlled and oversold,

I wish a reprieve through any means,
From nature's domination,
Its genes rooted with archaic routines,
Its perverted pains and erroneous creation,

And so with this I give a final plee,
For justice and a justifiable escape,
For a pension in the form of decree,
And for an escape for you from this statutory rape