My beating heart, it’s the heart that beats, just waiting for these terrible thoughts to leave they never go away and make me not want to stay; I am not sure how to win the attack I am in.
I feel myself drowning minute by minute second by second and yet can’t reach any oxygen my hope is wearing dreadfully thin is suicide a sin? or a win- win?
For I do not know anymore how to fend in this battle of my mind the attacks are grinding into my last sliver of hope I no longer know how to carry on,
I smile and say i’m okay but there isn’t much longer left until I reach for the blade yearning for just a sliver of relief in my body .
will the pain ever end? Or will I let depression win and stomp on my grave waving around my white flag of defeats as he then places it at my feet.