Dead or Dying?

The darkness is closing in,
the light darkens more and more,
I feel as if I'm a sin,
and I can't ever stop feeling sore.

Pieces of me going by,
scraped, peeled, and torn,
hurts so much I can't cry,
knowing not only I wish I wasn't born.

I close my eyes to get away,
but instead, I just see the devil,
People ask if I have something to say,
but they just can't stoop to my level.

My own heart has abandoned me,
my own flesh tears off me,
my eyes have blurred so I can not see,
how is this true, how can it be?

I try to cower,
to hide, to not be seen,
While all the others as tall as towers,
they don't even try to lean.

I know there are others,
there must be, has to be,
fellow sisters and brothers,
we're all blind and can't see.

Can't find one another,
assuming we want to be found,
just help us, leave us be,
We can't hear a sound.

Speak your mind they say,
take a leap they say,
don't keep your feelings at bay,
but all you'll do is watch me fall and lay.

Dead in the eyes,
the heart and soul,
while others fly in the skies,
the earth takes my toll.

I sink slowly, steadily,
to the point of no return,
my body falling readily,
I guess I have learned.

Yes, there are some,
trying to grasp my hand,
yes, they do come,
they try to make me stand.

But I no longer care,
their words are just words,
their eyes can only stare,
and they sit perched as if unstirred.

I guess my time is up,
it really is time to descend,
my turn to be runner-up,
I meet death as an old friend...

-I just want to note that I wrote this a few years ago when I was in a very dark place, but I have gotten through it and am living. All that matters is that we are all living!