I’m Done

It’s Gone

I’ve lost lost my will

to go on

and move on,

but I promised myself

that I could never kill,

but everyday is another

struggle within;

doing their best

not to kill each other.

Alter ego.

Long ago,

when I was hanging

from the cliff of depression

I let go,

but life was there.

She grabbed my wrist,

but she isn’t strong enough

to pull me from the cliff.

And now

after so many years

and even more tears

her grip has loosened

and I can feel myself

slipping

and I can’t wait;

I’ll fall,

it’ll end

and then I can begin.

But it’s fine

the impact won’t hurt

my heart is numb

from all the days

and the weeks

I spent completely

in the dark

and I took it to heart

but it tore me apart.

I’ve felt death before.

This won’t be any different.

My pain will never be nevermore

because my heart is always vigilant.

The anticipation

is mounting.

I can’t breathe.

It’s astounding.

At this rate I’ll

suffocate

before I even hit the ground

or before I drown

I don’t know

because I never

could look down

because I was scared

terrified

of what I thought I’d see

waiting for me

where I’d spend

my own eternity.

But now

even as she lets go

I have this feeling

and I

and I know

where I’m heading.

Because

I’m

done.