It is too much,

to hold life.

I feel the world

caving in on me.

I have been holding

it up with a weak stick,

but that is collapsing too.

"Should I stay,

or should I go?"

I ask myself.

I sigh and shake

my head.

Blood escaped

from my wound,

as if running for

freedom

from my horrible self.

Goodbye

as the world faded

from view.

Everything

blacked out

and for once,

in my life.

I am free