Here I am, a broken man. Trying to make it through these days. Trying the best i can. To silence the voice that lurks inside my head. To cease the desire to be one with the dead. I never thought my life would come to this. A mental illness that I wish did not exist. I used to feel alive. Now I feel nothing. I feel empty inside. I'm not worth anything. I would give up all i have just to feel something. I would give all i have to not feel like this. My times' running out. I'm drowning in self doubt, My insecurities and a haunting voice that I wish would get out. Rid me of these thoughts before all hope is lost. Rid me of these thoughts before I'm dead and gone. I wake up every day with a decision that I have to face. Do i continue to live this life that I hate? I feel dead to the world. Nothing but worthless in my eyes. Constantly asking myself why do i even try? I try my best to pull myself off of the floor. No matter what I do I still hear death knocking on my door. I have been in search of something more. I cant keep living a life that i fucking deplore. Clouded vision, caused by all the hurt. My moral compass has lead me face down in the dirt I've lost my worth and i cant be saved. I've dug my own grave now please forget my face.