Whispers of the Soul

Time

Don't die. I got a bottle of Jack, and a

bottle of pills, and a Old 45 sitting here

next to these bills, It's all stacking up, and

I feel so low, about to hit the point that

I just let go. I stare at the mirror and I

shake my head, fighting back the feeling

that I'm better off dead. Just why am I

trying so hard anyway?

I'm barely sliding by in life. Always

seems like I'm going through a war. I

should have died a hundred times, more

like a thousand. Feeling really guilty

about the mistakes I've made.. But the

story is always pretty much the same,

there's never seems to be any change. I

feel like I'm looking at the same old page.

I'm stuck in this rut and seems there's no

escape.

I'm starting to believe that this is my fate. I'm staring at these bottles, this loaded gun with tears in my eyes and running down my face. I feel so f*****g dumb. How did I get here? On the very edge, after all I lived through? All I've escaped? Sitting here contemplating if I'm ready to swallow this lead. There's no good answers, there's no way out. I've lost all respect for my stupid self.

But as I sit here, I hear a sigh, a voice in my head telling me perhaps it's time. Time?? Time??