Just go.
I have no emotions left.
I am drowning.
And it is my own fault.
You don't need to see me like this.
I don't want you to.
If I die do not mourn my passing,
but mourn my unhappiness in life.
If I cry do not tell me things are ok.
They obviously aren't.
I just need Time to stop.
I need Time to let me catch my breathe.
But Time stops for no one, and Time doesn't care that I'm dying.
My rope is ending.
Soon I will run out of things to clasp.
Yet, I dont care.
I am deathly afraid, but it's an indifferent kind of scared.
Stress Bust
There was once a refrigerator magnet that said: When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and swing. (there's a little kitty hanging on in all pinks - there were days when it made me smile for the reality of it all). Hang in there. Young people do not die of stress, six decades from now, stress will jump you from a dark alley. ~~A~~