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just me Life is just not worth fighting for anymore
There is nothing left to live for
everything is falling apart and there is no end in sight
My grip on life is fragile
One small blow will tear it away forever
I am standing ashore watching the colossal waves of the ocean
the tsunami forms as I stand and wait
Despair clouds my features as I wait for it to engulf me.
Drowning me, crushing the breath from my lungs.
At least it will be over.
No more fighting.
I am perched percariously on the edge of a cliff
Blankly I stare downwards preparing for the final step
I embrace the coming pain
At least it will be over
No more thinking
My heart pulsates faster and faster in my chest
I stand poised a knife in hand
Invisioning the blood dripping down to the floor
my body going limp
At least it will be over
No more hopelessness
My knees quiver
The chair shakes
One small push and I will be choked
At least it will be over
No more sorrow
I lay in the middle of a vast plain
The sky above is so peacefull
All I have to do is wait
Death is near
At least it will be over
No more pain
It wouldn't matter if I did it
No one would even notice
These dark thoughts creep inside my skull
A broken record reapeating in time with my racing heart
Louder and louder they echo until I scream
Scream with all the anguish and torment and pain I am enduring
Slowly the thoughts receed.
I can breath again.
My heart begins to beat more normally
I am in control once more
A light shines on me and I know that I am not alone
If I give up now what would I miss?
I've had my share of days like this. You capture it well.
Not all poetry is aesthetically happy-go-lucky, optimistic, or hopeful, sometimes raw negativity shares its place too. That's how life is. Quite in image here; made me see it all in the mind.
i'm glad and proud that u have the courage to live--- i love you--- you put it out there and did it right chicky