You tell yourself,
It is not that's bad.
Others are feeling worse,
Right now as I speak.
But all I can think about is death,
I just can't deal with it anymore.
I am tired of it all,
It is not worth it.
But it keeps piling on,
On and on and on.
All I can think about is where I went wrong,
I went wrong with breathing.
There is nothing left in this world for me,
Anything that had meaning is gone.
I have no compelling reason to be here,
Death is preferable.
I just don't care anymore.
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