Sad Poems

~Hanging by a thread~

I'm not sure how much longer I can go on, I'm hanging on by a thread.

And It's so hard to hold on, I wish I were dead.

Living each day without purpose is a task,

feeling as If I am constantly hiding under a mask.

There are billions of people in this world, yet I still feel so alone.

And it hurts, it hurts badly, all the way down to the bone.

If the thread is what is keeping me here, I don't think I can go on.

Because when it all comes crashing down, when that thread breaks, I'll be gone.

~A.T