Constantly on the verge of tears,
Head banging on and on
Pain,
The constant plague,
Sadness the only thing I always ever feel
Constantly on the verge of suicide
The need to end it all growing so maddeningly monstrous


The fear in my heart,
Not of slitting wrists and going out
Of staying alive in this desolate wasteland of a life
Will I survive???
Will I bow out in grandeur???
Will I end my suffering???


We’ll have to wait and see.