I waste money with debauchery
Believing laughter can defeat depression,
That drugs can suppress obsession.
I perform rituals of death
In vain attempts to cease my breath;
I keep escaping like Houdini.
My shallow grave keeps pushing me out
As cruelly as my mother’s womb.
I can find despair,
But I cannot find a tomb.

Uriah Hamilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-shallow-grave/