The Last Plea

My sanity slips through my fingers like water seeping through the cracks. No matter how hard I close my fist it continuously flows away. Am I not able or am I not willing to see myself in the future. For I feel as if I am waiting to keel over dead one day soon. I cant seem to find what my purpose is. I use to think I had one but now I only see wasted life. I now don’t make plans to far in advance. For I can honestly not see myself hanging on that much longer. One may ask themselves what kind of life is this. Well this is my life or what there lack of. Cant say I planned it nor can I say I tried to change it. Now all I can do is stop it from continuing. I ask for forgiveness and mercy on my soul. I pray to let me start over, but this life is already to far gone. There is no chance of fixing it, so I pray for a second chance. My life must end for my new one to begin. So don’t shed a wasted tear on me. Just know I am beginning a new life. So instead of mourning for me I ask you to pray for me. Pray that I don’t ruin the next one.