It is so easy
to take the pills,
overdose
and as consequence, kills.

Yet i am here
writing this poem,
dissociating
feeling beyond broken.

I hang on to life
like a thread,
i may loose my balance
the worrying thus spreads.

As i wobble, tremble and struggle
to find my stability,
the thread gets thinner
I may fall critically.

Who would save me?
i cannot look down
or anywhere

i am bound,

To my worries, fears and tears
silly hopes, dreams and lies
past, present and future.