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?