I feel choked, my breath is hurried,
Both my eyes have tears,
I cant explain why,
Am just tired of everything, my trust has been broken a couple of times,
My heart trampled more than i care to remember,
Oh,my soul? Not sure if it still exists,
Tell me, why am i still here? Holding on to this wretched existence?
Males are survivors, so they say,
But am hurting inside, i never wanted pity, all i wanted was an ear to listen to me,
Someone i could pour my emotions to without being judged,
Yet, its still the same no matter where i turn to, i am depressed,
I never wanted to admit it, yet here i am,
The mirror has been my best friend, but now even it, doesn't have time for me,
"why are you holding on?" asks the little voice in my head,
I guess am not sure myself either,
The weight is increasingly ******* my shoulders,
Should i slit my wrists?
Should i drop the toaster in my bath water?
I saw a black widow in my attic, maybe i should aggrieve it,
I am torn between choices, yet strongly attached to this life,
What does this all mean... Is it a sign or am just not ready to leave?
Sigh.