I awake in a shake,
Not that I'm cold, but because of genetic traits.
Feet are numb and can't move my legs.
Its so bad, it incapasitates.
Flashing images, mind lightning in my head,
Can't slow the thoughts, leaves me shaking in my bed. Without it being said, I'd be better off dead.
Dead to a world that is constantly burning,
Fire raging endlessly as this globe is always turning.
Eyes open and all disappears, I'm slowly learning.
That anxiety is a part of my life now,
And thats somewhat reassuring.
What to do with my life....
I'm done. I'm too much of a coward to kill myself, but aside from that, I hope death takes me tonight. I have nothing and no one.
Tired
It feels so much like the end.
