Leave My Tombstone Untitled
I am about to commit the worst sin
I am about to abandon my own life
Just lie in the bed and die
This compulsion to write dark things
Thoughts or even feelings
Maybe that is what has me living
Giving me the strength to keep going
But really is it even worth it
I feel like for the longest time
I have been screaming and screaming
But I already stopped drowning
I am at the bottom of the sea
I stopped sinking
I can’t breathe yet I am still feeling
I can't live yet I am required to keep breathing
What about this is really worth it
Up day in day in day in
And death keeps missing
Left with not choices, my worth keeps dipping
My belief is gone, my will to life fleeting
only remaining with one instinct
To jump from the tallest building
Without warning or any thinking
Without crying for my family
my mother, she really loves me
I can’t think of her without tearing
At times she makes it really worth it
I am here still scribbling
But very soon it is coming
I am waiting for my very last day
I can feel it my pathology is exhausting
Please help me I am tired of suffering
Or at least help me to die a little easy
Help me help me help me
I am finding very few things really worth it
Even my writing has lost all its beauty
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