Cliffs

How am I meant to function, 

When this morning I was hopeful, 

Yet now I want to die?

There's no rhyme or reason, no trigger.

Perhaps too long left alone with

My own thoughts. 

Is my company really that bad? 

Maybe that's why

Everybody leaves. 

Everyday is a balancing act, 

Between life and death, 

I can't explain how exhausted I am. 

My body cries out for rest, 

But I need to keep my mind occupied, 

So she doesn't break her own heart again.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Being occupied with one's own thoughts continuously can build up stress. A lot is not being said in this poem, but it can be dangerous to continue in this solitary way.