poetik

Life is a burden. I feel the boulder on my back weighing me down and I dont know whether I want to go on or not. To keep walking is to seek an additional load that I can no longer carry.

I could end it.

Its so easy, yet so hard, to take your life in your own hands
To slit your wrists and watch death dance
See it inch away before your eyes
I cant do it.

And it only adds to the burden my life is to know I have no way out. Theres no quick exit for me here. Im in it until the final stop. But days like this, I only wish it would come sooner than later.

Im bearing a load I can no longer take
Feeling shackled to chains I never could break.
And Im trapped.

But that, I guess is what life is. The trap in which you find yourself when you never chose to be born. And after birth, never chose to endure, but have to. Because no one wants to be a quitter. And of those that chose to be, fewer have what it takes to quit. So instead, we all just float through life, trying to make the best of things and usually do. Until days like this. When its too much take.

Then youre ready to watch death dance
Though you cant do it.
Its your life, but you cant control it.
Nothing but a victim of circumstance.
Animal.



I'm just so tired. Well anyway, that pretty much sums me up.