Contemplating.

Crying tears of pain.
Whimpering because I've gone insane.

Dying inside from the tear.
Shattered beyond repair.

Years spent in shadows hiding.
I've given up, no longer fighting.

The pillow my only friend.
No one left to hold my hand.

My heart lying there scattered.
Every piece more than tattered.

Sitting here sqwalling and scared.
Reality worse than I feared.

Happy endings are blurry.
My life flashes in a hurry.

My contemplating of suicide is a secret kept.
Death is my very next footstep.