Maybe it time to let you know I’m not fine , Im running out of happiness .

That I’m struggling to see past the thorns that are embedded in my spine .

An agonising sting of poison flowing through my veins too deep to even leave a stain .

I’m in so much pain , but feel so ashamed to even ask for some help .

But after all I’m never gonna feel tall enough to reach the stars anymore as I drown beneath the shore .

The mountain that stands before my journey it too high to scale so I just give up and fail .

My body trembling at the core as the beating of my chest answer’s the door to my demons .

They mock my despair saying my struggles aren’t worthy to share .

They say it too late for me to be saved that I better of being in a grave .

They exsplained the freedom of death to finally rest her sunken breath .

Is this it she willing to commit ?