What's the point anymore
The depression is too strong and I am too weak
I can feel it clawing at my soul
Breaking my bones turning me into jelly
I can hear its whispers in my ears
Telling the rest of my body to just ******* give
What's the point anymore
My blood has already blackened
And eyes have already dried from the nonstop crying
My head aches and my heart is non-existent
I just need a respite from the ******* called life
Only I wish it would be permanent
No more tightropes, afraid I may fall 30 stories to my death
Not that it would be a bad thing to begin with
Funny I say I hate life so much but I'm terrified of death
Maybe a part of me wants to live
Forcing me to second guess every move I make
Only making it that much worse
What's the point anymore
Maybe there is one and I just can't see it
Maybe it's not just my left eye that is blind
Maybe it is me as a whole
And death isn't the answer I seek
Maybe just maybe I'll see