Everything in me
wants to say
"To hell with it all"
because that's how I feel...
I feel like my life
has become this hell.
I'm a walking corpse;
bones and blood
and jagged breath.
There's a pressure
on my chest
like I'm caving in,
imploding from all
these expectations
I'm afraid I can't fulfill.
At the same time I feel
like if I fell off
the face of the earth,
no one would even
bat an eyelash.
I don't know which circumstance
weighs heavier on me,
but combined,
they make me lose
the will to live.