The Poet's Eye

Dead Yet Still Breathing

The weight of my world upon my shoulders, I can't sustain it any longer.
It crashes and crumbles more and more, it strains me to my emotional, mental, and spiritual core.
I hear the others cry for help, but when I move, I'm forced to yelp. My chains bond me in one place, as others carry anguished looks upon their face.
I feel useless, trapped, as my demons laugh at me. I can't escape my suffering, there's no way to be free. And now, as I begin to gasp and groan, I stagger and smash into the ground on my knees. I wheeze and moan, all alone.
As my vision begins to fade, the sins I can't slay, the choices I've made, passing through my mind one last time.
Finally, I release all my pains and suffering.
No longer caring, I finally let my world destroy me physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
This is my end, so let me rest for now I am Dead