The odds are against me.
For I am nothing.
Stuck on a road that leads to death. This feeling. The moment. It's killing.
I cannot breath so why am I here?
I cannot see, and I cannot think another thought.
Believe me when I say I am hopeless. Break me into pieces and throw me to the birds.
I am weak.
Let off the gas so I can take a break. This overwhelming heavy feeling on my whole body. I

don't know what to do.