If I constantly rethink choices I make  in my life,
I may as well stop making them.

Why do we even exist?

I feel empty

Sometimes it all feels just a bit too surreal doesn't it?

Sometimes I feel all alone in this world,
Yet something keeps me in the here and now.

Even when I tend to seek reality elsewhere,
Something brings me back to you.

I don't know the why's or how's,
But to be honest do I need to?

Isn't it just that unknown thing that keeps you conscious,
If my duty was to be fulfilled,
Why would I still be here?

If it wasn't for the curiosity within a human being,
I think nobody would survive.

It would feel as a lack of life and living.

Feeling like ending my story,
But what if I survive?

The second hand embarrassment
The feeling of failure.

The face of guilt,
But how can I go further?

Sitting on my bathroom floor playing Russian roulette,
Oh how I wonder,
Will this pill be THE one?