Drowning

Drowning in the depths of despair

With every single breath I take, wishing it was my very last.

I hate it here.

I try and I try and I try at last nothing.

Nothing to be proud of, no result of satisfaction.

Why do I do this to myself?

Why me?

Why?

Should I leave like a cowardly dog and escape my doomed reality or face it like a man?

Running seems safe so safe

I can feel freedom at my fingertips but I can't get myself to taste them

To taste the pills that would end it all.

I let go of the bottle.

It wasn't my time.

Not now at least. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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