Waking Thoughts

Do you know what it's like to count your breaths,breathing them as you regret their very existence? What existence signifies purpose to your own being,a being that you hate? I plan,now and here,to end it. Just as many others do. These walls will be painted in my blood,and not a single tear shall be shed.

Fallen

I've fallen down
this deep dark well
and I can't get out
I call for help
as loud as I can
'Help can anybody hear me
please help me'.
But nobody comes
nobody can hear me
I'm trapped in this
void of darkness
alone
nobody's there to pull me out
nothing but dark walls
surround me
sitting upon this stone
with water surrounding me
cold and scared
filled with hopeless wishes
glistening from within
the waters surface
waiting, just waiting...