Bearable

Is it Bearable?

The longer I stay, the less bearable it becomes. Though since I'm going to die anyway, there's nothing to lose if I wait a few more weeks. The pain from my previous attempts have been coming back and forth. If only the after effects would be enough to kill me, then it would be perfect. I hope for nothing more than to go home. Though what is it that seems to be holding me back? There's nothing for me here. There's no one stopping me but me. I should just finish it right? To fade away, I already know the feeling. So I shouldn't be afraid. There was no light but only bliss, confusion and right before everything turns black I always pull myself up, out of breath, still breathing as I stupidly lay on the floor. Will this lead to my demise? I hope so. The moment this story stops, it would mean that I have succeeded in my goal. As of now I will continue writing until the days end.