Wracked with fear, I stood still, Gazing endlessly into the void.
Eyes dull and uninterested, Contemplating what I will.
I fear my own mind, question my sanity.
Am I insane or merely delusional? You may know, but I never will.
I'll never escape my vanity.
Staring down the precipice of darkness,
Swarmed by thoughts of ending it all.
I fought valiantly for what seemed like an eternity,
Clinging to whatever shred of reason for happiness.
Dangling on the edge of my limit, My coviction nearly non-existant. This reality is not my own,
I can never conform to its needs.
As I fall from my self prison, ever free,
Memories of hapiness surge to my mind;
A way to tell that I had more to live for.
In the end it wasn't anyone's fault.
I chose this, rather, I allowed it. Cowardice and doubt go hand in hand.
Gone were the confidence I had, What's left was my own apathy.
AN: Don't mind me, just passing through. So much depressing stuff being posted. Hopefully I can write something fun next time.
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The Loony Bin
RandomA dumping ground for random one shots, poems, ramblings, or some other things I might get during certain periods of time. Reader discretion is advised
