It's scary,
The more I think about it,
The more it makes sense.
Maybe it is the only way out.
Maybe.

My mind is screaming at me,
As my eyes overflow with tears,
All alone in my dark room,
Music the only sound prevailing.

Maybe it's time I give in,
It isn't about having the strength to do it anymore,
It's about having strength to carry on.

But I've always been weak.