every time i try to get back up.
i fall harder than the last.
my eyelids are so heavy.
i've never felt this hopeless.
i think i'm a burden to everyone around me.
and i keep having bad reoccurring thoughts.
if i'm gone then nobody would have to waste their time talking to me.
i need a good bashing.
maybe at the brink of death i will grasp the full meaning of life.