If I wasn't scared to do so, I would have left the world.
It has given me more pain than not.
I smile less and less each passing day.
My mind shuts down with each ticking of the clock.

My soul keeps getting picked at by the crows who remind us that death is coming with each mindless caw.
They love to scream it to the skies.
As I lie there with my essence bleeding out I think to myself "can it come any sooner?"

I would do it myself, but I'm too afraid, and who knows, maybe there will be a light that clears my path soon or that lifts this unfair burden off of my shoulders.
Despite this naive hope I have, if I was "brave" enough, I would have left this place already.