I Am

I am…

            Angst

Dizzy and unfamiliar.

            …sad

                        …alone

                                    …death

is the only release

for those like me.

Those who feast

On their own tears.

            SCARED.

What will become of me?

Afraid to live,

Yet afraid to die.

Yearning to leave,

Yet terrified of letting go.

All I want to do is die.

The house is so quiet

With you here.
Silent as the sandman,

The grim reaper of my dreams.

Tick…tick…tick…

The clock counts

The final beats

Of my blackened heart.