The game

This gameWhy am I playing?I'm losingI took a wrong pathI'm lostI can't find my wayThere is no cheatTo help save the dayMy green pieceIt is bleeding redFlooding the game boardAnd flooding my headI can't seeMy vision is badMy piece is in piecesAnd I feel so sadThe board is fadingThere's nothing under my feetI'm falling to HellAnd I'm feeling the heatThe flames engulf meBurning my four leaf cloverMy luck is goneAnd the game is over.
 
I wrote this a few months ago when I was in the hospital.