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?
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.