Life or Death

It can be hard to tell

I want out.
I’m sick of this.
The falsities and smothered glimmers of hope.
It’s all useless.
What am I waiting for?
Life?
Death?
Whichever comes first I guess.
Because this isn’t life.
It’s a poor illusion of one.
But no, I don’t cut.
Maybe I should.
“I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all.”
That’s not true.
But then again, maybe physical pain is better.
Maybe it’s better than the pain I’m in now.
The pain of knowing I’m helpless,
Either that or too afraid to do something.
The pain of my emotions getting ripped to shreds.
The pain of everything I cherish getting further and further away.
But it doesn’t get far enough to be out of sight,
Just out of reach.
And that’s what hurts most.
So it leaves one question,
Which will come first?
Life or death?

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Courtney Shaddock

Reviews

[Passive~Demon]

I like it! it's very deep and descriptive, I've felt like this many a time in the past and I like how you have captured the feeling in words :D good job x