I am tired all the time,
but I will never let it show,
I will never let them know.

I lay awake.
Staring at the ceiling.
tic Tok tic tok,
Time seems to pass on but I'm stuck.

A cold breeze moves through my room,
I have a visiter.
The room darkens ,
the floor disappears.
I am not alone.
I peer over the edge .

I wish I just jump,
let go,
be alone.
Free fall through the abyss
be caught by the angel of death,
his boney hands will wrap around me,
cold and rough,
but I'll be wanted,
loved.

His hands claw for me,
like a cat chasing a mouse.
His whispers Oh so inviting .
I am close to the edge.
But,
I hold on,
just enough so that death can't grab me,
drag me down into the darkness.
Just close enough to hear him,
call me in.


I'll hold on for no one,
but myself .
Not giving into my greatest desire.

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