The Place that I Dwell

These four walls don't ring a bell,
each day I reside I feel unwell.
one day at a time it gets worse for me to try,
I feel like a sponge in a cup starting to swell.
I have no room to breath, with constant unease,
people blaming me for all their feelings.
I don't feel I belong anymore,
these four walls are unfamliar.
They are not the same walls I use to feel superior.

I must get out now, I must find a new home
where I feel welcome,
where I never feel alone.
My age might be a factor,
maybe I just don't belong
Maybe I need to only come and visit.
So that I don't do anything wrong.

One day soon it might be just right
to pack up my stuff and say my goodbyes.
I new my doctor was right when she told me it's time.
I should have done this long ago,
So I could have prevented alot of strife.

Now I have a plan
it's no ones choice but mine.
I will do this for me and my family and most importantly our lives.
Some happy endings need a little bit of distaster,
But we will all adjust soon enough,
and live happily ever after.