The Burning Truth.

Am I ready to spend time beyond the grave?
Am I ready to leap into infinity at my own choice?
Are these my final thoughts?
Surely there is something I might miss.
One tiny little ounce of hope.
Have I found it.
No, will I keep searching?
Clinging onto every fragile last memory.
Cherishing it all.
But crashing when it does.
Everytime I sat in the backseat, hoping the car would crash and I would die.
Dreadful.
Can't you see what this is doing to those around you.
But do they care?
No.
Wishing those pills, would be my last.
But I never get what I wish for.
I'm a failure.
I fuck up everything.
I failed life.
Too slow.
Not strong enough.
It shut me out.
I've been left behind.
Each minute spent here.
The blade sharpens in my mind.
The bathtubs filling.
History is making.
Messages appearing on the mirror.
Eyeliner smudging.
Time fading.
People drifitng.
I am hurting.
Scars deepening.

Waitng for my final breath.

But even if I'm broken.
Dead.
Alive.
Silent.
Not there.
I'll still love you.
Always.