Tired And Fed Up

More weight attached day by day,
Each problem a chain to drag behind,
No shears to free me from restraint,
No hope for me to find.
The endless murk a reccurring bore,
Wading deeper in everyday,
The question remains as how long before,
I slip beneath the waves.
The longer i wait, the faster i fall,
And though with certainty i know,
Not much farther can i tumble,
Before reaching the ground below.
The cold now creeping through my hands,
Is mirrored by that in my heart,
For before i can begin to move on,
I must find a new place to start.
Though simple for many and more so for some,
Indecision has been ever my home,
And each step i take i try, unsucessfully,
To place my feet flat on stone.
How you percieve the prior few verses,
Is entirely what you decide.
For no matter the feelings inside your chest,
It does nothing for the cold in mine.
So with on other choice, like ever before,
I drag a heavy heart through each day,
And the question remains as to how long before,
I am drawn on under the waves.