My life is in shambles

A destruction site of feelings

Nothing makes sense

This isn't even poetry anymore

Just a jumble of words that half fit together

What is wrong with me

It's collapsing, the world is

Toppiling on to my frail body

Malnourished and tired of more than one thing

My eyesight worsens along with my mental health, I noticed

Can't see things five feet in front of me

I'm not that surprised.

I've made the decision

To go to the forest.

People say when you finally have a day set, it's like floating on air

I would be happier, they say

I wouldn't be so overwhelmed

I just want it to end.

Can't they see me

I'm not covering my face much anymore

It still drags on.

Rope is absent in my house still

The knot needs to be learned, the thread needs to be purchased

I can't think

Breathing is harder

Crying is more often

Panic attacks worse

My body can't take my whining anymore

End it.

End

It.

Please.

I'm not asking for assurance everything's okay

I need confirmation that death is near

Within reach

Alone in my head, I find myself stuck in between

Feelings are hard to come by

I'm desperate to feel, to experience something

Even heartbreak

Someone, please murder me already

FInd me a gun

I'm going dark.