An Emo Teen

If you could read my thoughts, I'd sound like an emo teen But with a better grasp of the English language Despite the tiredness within I remind myself That I can't be finished My responsibility Is no less diminished To those I love and they who love me I swore an oath. To them, to myself, to the sky. To keep moving To keep on keeping To keep breathing To stop spiraling To keep trying To keep going Without dying To love life To deal with its strife To remember The little ember I carry That makes me empowered. But the ups and never stop My emotions are mere drops In the endless sea of apathy And maybe if I try to be Miserable at all times They might finally cease In the love they have for me Freeing me of my duty Relieving me of this responsibility And i carry this thought around It's hard to kill a dream I think of them One Last Time. Yet I know inside this cannot be fine. Despairing as I might be Their love has not left yet And it relentlessly haunts me. So with shaking hands, Bloodshot eyes and dripping nose All the while shivering, To myself I propose That I keep on going To remain strong All the while knowing Its time to seek The help I need so desperately Steeling myself to do this alone. Dialing the number on the phone Crying as I talk, I apologize for taking their time Ask if they might please come To find me All the while they assure I was right to call 911 And staring out this locked window now I debate with myself on the topic of how It got to this… point.