How I’m Living
I miss the past,
And I’m scared of the future.
I’ve had so many highs, and so many lows.
I’m afraid to try to be happy,
Cause it might crash back to depression,
But I’m afraid of letting myself feel lonely,
Cause what if joy was right in front of me while I help my head down.
I’ve had so many highs and so many lows that I don’t know how to feel.
So I guess I’ll just feel numb.
only to taste
fragments of air
at all those
the land of the living
To Be Or Not To Be
The breath that fills my lungs is an escape in itself.
The air that reaches me is the drug.
I stop, then I go through withdrawals.
I can stop myself from reaching my true divine destination.
I have the power to end it all,
It’s a waiting game.
I wait and wait
It helps when I’m in pain.
It pushes me closer.
Carries me over.
I’ve almost crossed the bridge many a times.
I’ve almost breathed my last breath alone
When I’m alone,
When I glance at my very hands.
I feel the power.
I sense the choice.
As of now I am alive
The reason I rather die?
The reason I choose?