Desperate pleas
Incessant moans

Where
Can I fit in

The more I cry
The more it seems
People point
Their fingers at me

The clock ticking and
My day is passing
Slowly
Painfully

But

Surely

The moments I dread
The tears I've shed
How is this possible

Numbness
Overwhelms me

Hope is dispersed

It feels
Like a gun to my head
The veins in my fingers
Pulsating
At the trigger

Ending it all
Is this my call?