I would never compare my life to others

because most of us at the end of the day weep like babies under our covers

I write not to aid your pain but because I’m afraid of mine

I’m fighting my own mind from threatening to take my life

it tells me how worthless,useless and selfish I am

it reminds me of all my mistakes,regrets,guilt and how I’ll never be better than I am

my heart is growing weak,it can’t take it anymore

I’ve mopped a river of tears on my floor

I’ve seen death knock at my door

I don’t know if I’m ready to open

should I?