To Hell With It All

Everything in me

wants to say

"To hell with it all"

because that's how I feel...

I feel like my life

has become this hell.


I'm a walking corpse;

bones and blood

and jagged breath.

 
There's a pressure
on my chest
like I'm caving in,
imploding from all
these expectations
I'm afraid I can't fulfill.
 
At the same time I feel
like if I fell off
the face of the earth,
no one would even
bat an eyelash. 
 
I don't know which circumstance
weighs heavier on me,
but combined,
they make me lose
the will to live.
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